In a remote soundless corner of the world which is far away from the din of war, an excellent change is in the process of occurring. Here at this focal location, the split between the duration line and the place line begins to splinter slowly like a crack in the aisle of an eternal abyss which exists in another world where no man can ever ascend to. The light emerges from inside hue and never keeps resting; it twinkles like a stream overhanging stars. The portal is pulled open and I feel as if we’re revealing another face of the abyss present inside. Everything put in its path is hence drawn to it with a strength and confidentiality that is emitted to the surroundings through the warm light.
Surrounding color appears to be deep blue, golden color traced with rough purple having dancing movement which is not quite symmetrical but remains musical. The relation exhibited here seems to cross boundaries of the natural and translate two worlds that should not mix. A very beautiful woman, erect with a round and well developed pregnant belly stands there. She has stunning and quiet every day scenes where things such as gravity are not a part of life. Sitting gracefully, her pure silken raiment flying before the light that issues from the portal and investing her with divinity. The woman places her hand over the huge bulge sadly as if she is taking care of children that reside in it. Disembarking from the portal as carefully as she could get, she scans the surrounding area with her eyes looking for the usual signs of the place she had landed. She is the quintessence of beauty and the perfect type of the beauty, but there is happiness in her expressions which is mingled with anxiety. With each distance added on the growing gap takes her further away from the door and she begins to wonder where she is. She has a somewhat keen eye on the goings on around her.The location in front of her is familiar but not the semi recognizable as anything she knew. The words are honey to her ears and the trees, grass and the breeze is some sort of serenity but it is not, completely though she does. To her there is no hint of the modern or any emptiness she can recognize and it only contains organic magical considerations. She sees, she may be again in the past but doesn’t know the period. “What period is this?” She asks in the kind of voice which makes you feel as if she said this floating in the air. Losing that close family member she asks herself the question, but there is only silence.
This feeling is expressed by her as an alienation in an epoch that is less tangible. As far as it goes, it is always welcome to go back to something proven at least once, but when she is searching for her husband it is difficult not knowing if these are the real and what the date limits are. Suddenly her belly comes alive a bit and she loving touches one of the two smal movements from so many moments that day. “It is all rather sensitive to us, and even at this stage I think it wants to see its papa soon,” she smoothes. Her voice that soothes and guarantees comfort and delight is gentle, yet there is longing in her tone. She’s still pregnant with her babies and while she cannot yet receive kicks and punches yet, she Em she can feel her babies moving inside her small womb in what seems to be a blatant attempt to be closer to someone they have never met before.
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But the woman herself experiences it and sees some stream around her belly, and the sensation that, even if she drains to the fullest, she can only manage five percent max.Even the so-called ‘whispering’ has a real tone of frustration in it. This is the raw statement she has to face; It is impossible for me to go all out here. The vibe here.
The woman released her frustration and sighed. ‘A lot will be needed to meet my husband.’ Although her eyes are forward, they show calculated emotion and attitude and readiness for a danger. With the energy level she is experiencing everything just seems to be harder and she realizes that this search could actually take longer. She looks at her lower stomach one more time and turns a half smile on her face as she feels an echo there. “Yes little ones,” She says in a soft tone. He repeated, it seems that you will be able to see your father only after a while.
She is friendly, and seems to have a lot of compassion in her voice, though, one can sense that she is stressed also. It seems like she understands this is not going to be a glamorous endeavour and she is up to the task. Catholic woman decides to walk without any purpose. But she comes to know that the residents are absent, and she would have to look for something in this place; for some sort of clue to know what time this place is. She walks slowly, purposefully and noticeably, she is always tense. To this fabulous and beautiful country, which is not like her own, a test she has never met stands behind every bend.She goes across the great flat hollow with flowers blowing fiercely. Every bird flying around goes dreadfully.get adoring bird No creatures seems to count birds flying around as happy. Nature is so calm, she tells herself, more so than the painful feeling that she carries within her body. She does her best to remain calm but the vagueness does not leave her side. She struggles to scan and try to find where she is, with her element at hand when a wave of energy comes out and allows her to see where everything is. The garden is stunning in the sunset which is showing beautiful red and gold; the lady, however, gets weary but remains determined. She looks for shade, and manages to find a small wind protected grotto to stretch out in.
The cave is very plain, but at least it will be safe from the destructive and savage setting of the night. And so she has a sit in the darkness of that cave, having a green leaf around one of her foot and her bones crushed but she continues to recall all that she had learned. It is self-comforting and self-encouraging move she says to herself, “Not the end of the road.” I will get onto the right path somehow, I will look for him even if it takes years The woman senses her babies in her belly during the night.
She bows in prayer, simply, so that she does not get caught up in the violence but also so she is given directions through the evils. She knows that this is just the start of the looong journey in front of her and she will have a lot of struggles as well as problems along with it but as long as there is one thing that burns in her spirit, nothing could ever stand in her way. Lying in a cave in pitch black night, she wants freedom to hold her husband’s hand again and for the family to be complete again.Her strength and spirit in every second she lives is thanks to that hope, which, even though she does not know for how long this journey will last, she knows the end will not come unwillingly or without preparation for what could happen next.