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“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is like a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.” - Anonymous ... Kalani’s only unique aspect in life: being pecked daily by his bird, Whistle. Other than that, he was the average nature-loving boy and a mischievous prankster for his family, much to their dismay. However, the world with its kingdoms and tribes weren't as calm as life portrayed it to be. Dangerous undercurrents were roiling beneath the scenes, sucking in anyone who even touched the surface of it. And with those dirty hands, ‘they’ snatched everything away from him, leaving him as only a shell of who he was before— a husk imprisoned deep underground. Until, he finally saw a light in his dreary world— in the form of a naive, optimistic girl. Far from perfect, she definitely frustrated him on many occasions, but the myriad of feelings he kept bottled up inside began to leak, and he couldn’t plug it. “Am I willing to risk everything for her? Or do I want to complete my objective...?” he would murmur to himself, emerald eyes glued onto her petite figure. … Update schedule: weekly Cover found on Pinterest; artist unknown ;~;
Have you ever thought that a fallen coin below the gaze of the sun is similar to our world?
For the forgotten object, light sheds its warmth onto one side, and yet on the other, the shadows spread their inky fingertips, reigning over what they claim is theirs.
And like that, the world— the inhabitants— do the same: some live out their lives in blissful peace while others converse with their inner demons. But that said, our appearances are different.
One tribe can resemble birds, their wings spanning enough to fly high into the sky. Broad rabbit ears, snakelike tails, and wolven strength— just to name a few more. And yet, they call themselves 'humans'.
Perhaps it's because, in spite of their external features, their forms do mirror ours. Perhaps it's due to the same, elemental powers we wield and a similar but common tongue. Or perhaps... it's to distinguish themselves from the animals that we normal people feed on or take as pets; the rest is up to your vivid imagination.
Nonetheless, we've missed one more side to our race like the last side of the coin— its rim, a place where light and darkness can collide from the slightest nudge.
But that's where the rest of them are. That's where I am: a human who walks on a fine line between insanity and rationality.
- Kalani Walkers -
