Two halves once whole, both reflecting one another. An innocent and malefic one, each reaching after their goal. A great wrong weighing on the maiden, her soft heart in the madness. Despair clawing away inside, her steadily rising emotions.
Her vision on the bleeding moon, an object revealing towards one. Many feelings grabbing at the young woman, her great hatred, her immense anguish, jealousy, countless binding her. An existence once together, now apart.
Something more coming from it, one existing in the farthest shadows. Extending her hand, a dark feather burning into black dust, blowing in the wind. The maiden's distant eyes, seeing it move further away, disappearing into the endless night.
"Is that really all you can muster?" confidence from a voice.
A familiar voice penetrating the depths of her mind, these stirring sentiments. Feeling a frightening chill run down her spine, the young woman's churning stomach, her quickly beating chest.
Turning in the gently blowing wind, her eyes on the Seraph. Their long flowing blonde hair and crimson eyes, nine pure wings stretching from their back. The individual floating just above the ground, facing away from the maiden.
The entity's shining warmth, sending away many demons in fear. The maiden moving forward in the darkness, her lightening chains on her. Two in this plane, bliss in this despair. Answers residing in the dusk, one seeking after them.
"My pride lost...my weapon gone...even if the worlds so shall damn me to oblivion, I will never relent—" turning to Cyra.
"—so why do you show such a sight? We are one and the same." Her gentle eyes on the maiden.
Thinking on the person's words, soon slightly looking down. Both one and the same, a similar resolve between the two. A heart continuously pushing forward, turning the smallest chance into an actuality.
These endless emotions in the maiden, her soft heart in the eternal night, a dusk revealing more with each passing hour. This clenching feeling in the young woman, someone not wishing to face something.
"You must remember, remember who you are." Calmly closing her vision.
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"Remember who I am...?" Cyra looking to the Seraph in confusion.
Secrets in the past, one in the deepest abyss. A person steadily returning to the surface, this night slowly bringing them back into actuality. The Seraph opening her vision, shifting it to the velvet moon.
A sorrowful dusk reflecting the heart of another, an entity from the past opposing their many enemies. An individual carrying the sins in them, wrath, gluttony, greed, envy, lust, pride, and sloth. That old being's feverish heart, this immense weight weighing on the maiden.
"Tell me Cyra, haven't you ever felt like your life is incomplete? That something is missing from it?" the Seraph's mild tone.
Those ringing words, a gap in her for years. A whole part of her existence no longer there, her wish to know its truth. A person stopping her hand many times, fearing the answers. The maiden continuing with her life, suffering for a long time.
An eternally repeating cycle, these sentiments clawing away at her. Memories in her darkest days, her certainty on it, someone wanting to embrace them.
"Remember...you are a being filled with corruption, but even so...even if the worlds so shall damn you. You will continue to fight, until you can truly put down your weapons." The Seraph folding her arms.
No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, one persevering through the harshest conflict. Those reverberating words, their warm guidance to the maiden. Her attention on the great being, feeling the heavily blowing breeze.
Cyra's slightly wide eyes, stepping forward a bit. Her hastily pounding heart, many questions within her. Her desire to know, holding in her immense fear. Pushing onward in the terror, wanting to understand those emotions in her.
"My time is almost up, hold true to yourself Cyra, allow it to be your guiding light." The Seraph facing away.
"Hold on! What do you mean?! Who am I?!" her desperate voice.
"In time you will know. For now I must take my leave, I cannot maintain this form any longer." Her gentle voice, faintly smiling.
Witnessing the warmly shining gleam, feeling the intensely flowing wind. That familiar divine embrace, blocking out the breeze. Struggling against the harsh air, the shortly subsiding light. The Seraph no longer there, Cyra's sinking heart.
Slowly looking around, her hand to her chest. Words echoing through her, memories secluding far within. A night leading her back to her past, her fear to face it, wondering on her ability to do so. Two one and the same, both sharing a similar direction.
"We are one and the same..." Cyra looking above.
The sorrowful red moon to her eyes, old sentiments clawing away at her depths. Her memories no longer there, the young woman's desire to discover them. Someone fearing the result, yet pushing onward in the sadness.
Her eyes on the descending black feathers, these slowly burning into dark dust. The maiden's intensifying dread, her wish to right her wrong, something more powerfully swelling in her. Cyra walking in the lonely abyss, soon running along her road, reaching for the slim light.
My fear to know, this night guiding me down my path. One day, I will open the door that contains my past. Until then...I will continue on, to put an end to this madness...