A grim problem, requiring the presence of one. The moon no longer red, this going away upon her sealing. An entity clashing against countless, rising to her many challenges. Someone reaching for the faintest light, her fading resolve.
A path no longer there, frustrations within her. Giving up her desires, choosing to protect a boy. Granting a final miracle, a demon bringing down a great weapon. That person in her dream, the warm sun on the land. A beach stretching far, the hot sand.
Water splashing against the surface, adults and children enjoying themselves. Laughter filling the air, some anger within it. That devil in a black bikini, lying down on a towel underneath an umbrella. Her distant eyes, something not feeling right. Staring into the sky, her vision fixating on it, this strange actuality.
"I cannot put my finger on it, but something does not feel right..."
Sentiments far inside, a deep resolve slowly clawing its way to the surface. Questioning her reality, this pleasant feeling around her. Enjoying it, sharing it with others. These gripping emotions, aching within. An approaching presence, her attention to her right.
Her old friend standing at her side, looking down at her, his concerning expression. A companion able to reach her, this person pulling her away from her torment. A difference within a night, those setting another path.
"You okay?" Valor sitting beside her.
His blue swimming trunks, the deity soaking in water. Some annoyance from the young woman, her vision on him. Putting up with his minor faults, these two forming a life. Embracing this simpleness, her appreciation for it. A devil born in a lawless realm, now enjoying a better experience within it. That warm sun on them, birds soaring along, loud sounds around them. Letting out a sigh, the demon calming herself.
"You can at least dry yourself off a bit." Faintly smiling at him.
Never dying habits, accepting it. Working with it, his improving behavior. Those coming far, forming an actuality to their desire. Lingering sentiments, her heart building a dream. Unaware of the conflict, the truth outside of this place.
Her desperate hand, her crumbling resolve many years ago. This pleasant place, relishing in it. That god holding the back of his head, slightly lowering it. A carefree person, someone giving her much.
"Haha, sorry." Apologizing to her.
Flowing streams, following along in its endlessness. That young woman stopping for a bit, looking upon it. Her suspicions on her life, something not right, doubt within her. Her companion grabbing a nearby towel, drying his hair, shortly wiping his skin.
These feelings within her, her hasty heart. Someone pushing onward, resisting the reason of others, shouting her soul. Instilling fear into her enemies, an entity from the land rising far above her standing. Giving up her wishes, sinking into blackness.
"Anyway, you seem troubled. The beach isn't fun?" his concerning expression on her.
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Their ventures together, two traveling in times from old. Sentiments inside of them, silence for a long time. The patient one from the earth, a shy one from the heavens. A night coming, a difference in their path. Her joy every day, taking in a boy without a family.
Maria being his child, her distant mind. Thinking on the connection, these pieces not aligning. Gazing at her companion, unable to pinpoint her emotions. A dream world, this close sentiment. An unrelenting life, deeply assessing her current existence.
"No, it is fun, but things seem a bit too perfect..." Slightly looking away.
"Perfect? Isn't that a good thing?" his vision on the blue sky.
These feelings grabbing at her, this surreal situation. An entity resting, unable to go on any longer. Her tiring state, granting a final miracle. Forever clashing with a horrible beast, two in a never ending void. Her eternally remaining heart, softness within her.
Rage filling her, unleashing what is inside. Years going by, her current actuality. Questioning it, her quickly beating chest. The gentle wind against her, these loud sounds. Her close vision on her partner, his blurring image.
"No matter how much I will like this to be a reality. To start over...to say what was really meant this night...that can never happen. At least not now that is. Right out there...that is the reckless clown I fell in love with. Despite everything I endure, he is always there. To live in this lie, can you really call it being alive?" looking towards the illusion of Valor.
Two walking away from the other, these frustrating sentiments at her depths. Wishing to start over, wanting to say those words. That companion trying hard, calling out to her, her heart residing outside of this dream.
Her shaky body, her tormenting agony. Constantly resisting the reason of others, enduring great sorrow. Her pain continuously there, a demon refusing to live in a lie. Uncertainty from the illusion, turning away his attention.
Feeling her resolve, shortly gazing at her, seeing her gentle smile. Her will to oppose, someone walking in a dark abyss. Rebelling against rationality, embracing her own. A person accepting the past, forcing onward towards tomorrow.
"Despite the sorrows in my life. I have to face it head on, not run away from it—" glancing back to Valor outside the flowery mirage, faintly smiling.
"—I belong out there, not in here. Even if I must fight for an eternity, at least I know...I have somewhere to return to. Even if those words are never spoken between us." Her soft voice, resting her hand on her chest.
Forever remaining emotions, burying it at the depths. Her never dying sentiments, her deep resolve. Words within a lock, unable to speak them. A terrible event, sinking into blackness. Not able to rely on another, concerning with the safety of her companion. Holding in her frustrations for a long time, hatred boiling at her depths, eventually spilling to the surface.
Freezing for a bit, her flowing memories. Certainty from the young woman, something not right. Sitting up, the deity not responding. Shifting her attention to the sky, those dark clouds. This unnerving situation, unease gripping at her. Her rising feelings, looking to her companion.
"Valor...?" her slightly shaking voice.
The heavy wind, the thick air. Her churning stomach, this sickening feeling. Events to her attention, her actuality before her. That unresponsive god, thinking on her situation. Standing from the ground, her vision on herself.
Gold armor on her, her noble crimson cape reaching down from the lower half of her back. Her old protection, countless battles with it. These familiar sentiments, her hasty heart. Dread returning to her, her steadily crumbling dream.
"What is going on here...?" uneasily gripping her arms.
Once racing in darkness, reaching for the slimmest light. Her terrible path, her great determination. Trampling on her enemies, ascending her power. Instilling fear into grand entities, her sounding soul.
Having a simple desire at her depths, many wishes existing within her. Her crying emotions, unleashing it on her foes. Approaching her complete awakening, an incomplete process. These feelings to her notice, shaking it away, focusing on the children. Her vision around her, calling out to them.
"Maria! Argent!" her desperate voice.