R is for the Rage of storms and of hearts,
the Resistance to defaults,
the Rain which has more than one true name,
it is for Resilience against all kinds of hunger,
it is for Rue, a flower and a feeling,
akin to Regret, a fever that strikes
when love is suppressed,
it is for the Rising of the sun,
always a birthing of hope,
R is for timely Retreats, for Rest,
for the Rune of Raido that signals the time to move,
it is for Reflection on every path taken and abandoned,
it is for Remembrance,
and for Rebellion, the kind that grows
a quiet Revolution,
it is for Rules that are bent, broken, remade.
R is for the Revelation of hidden things,
the Release of what has been constrained, caged, censured,
the Reclamation of the self, the Recovery of one's true place
in the scheme of the universes.
R is for Ravens, an unkindness from the dreaming,
a conspiracy for the crowning of kings and queens,
it is for all the Risks taken to Reign upon the kingdom of a single heart.
While the raven monarchs have the nightmares under their command, the blue heart princelings have the alliance of ghosts and monsters.
The forest was flooded with songs. The queen learned that music has its scent & it is a symphony of ocean & petrichor, of brewing storm & the aftertaste of lightning, of morning sunshine & the full moon. She learned how well love can breathe while drowning.
This is how the queen feels. Like she is burning and turning into ashes from the inside. At the same time, the air is getting used up and the fire itself is suffocating. Her heart is a hunger eating itself until the tears flow from eyes blinded by blue.
STORIES are what happen in the Impossible Garden & the Wildforest. They are the overheard conversations, the gossip of the flowers and the trees, the fragments written on bones and stones. They are the secrets whispered by the wind, the tales of the stars, the knowledge earned or traded with the forest dwellers. They are the fairy tales that had been forgotten or never told. They are the rules and the history and how they are repeatedly broken and rewritten. They are the murmurings of magic, the language of hidden love, the wildness beneath every order and the pattern beneath every chaos. They are truths and they are lies and in the end they are real to those who have the heart to see.
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