everytime I am pulled back into the Shadowgast Madness I remember that one specific future AU brainworm I had, where Essek manages to figure out a spell that basically divides up his own lifespan/lifeforce with someone else, only so that he lives exactly as long as Caleb does and just kind of stalling on how he'd ever convince Caleb to submit to that spell, but needing him , because there is a part of him that fully knows that no matter what Caleb's death would be his as well and it still makes me hurt
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The Birds Sing No More
Once, long ago, there was a wonderful meadow. It was surrounded by a copse of trees, and nestled in the tree were birds of all kinds.
Day and night, without stopping, the birds would sing.
People came to the meadow in droves. There were chatterers and merrymakers, dancers and singers, artists and muses. They came together in the meadow and spoke or sang or drew or danced with those of like mind. There were spats between people sometimes, as was expected, but the peace was never disturbed for too long. Nothing could quiet the singing of the birds, and as long as they sang, none could truly be unhappy there.
The people named the place 'The Meadow of Twittering Birds'.
One day it happened that the wicked lord of a dark realm came to the meadow. He had admired its beauty for a long while, and wished greatly to control it. With many powerful enchantments he finally established control over it, and the people, who did not like him, were unhappy. Their revelry, however, despite becoming a little muted, did not cease. The birds still sang.
But dark days came eventually to the meadow. The wicked lord raised a tower in the middle, and surrounded the place with a wall of great stone. He said that he would bar the way if the people did not pay. He said that they would be driven away too soon if they did not pay.
The birds' singing became quieter. The people in the meadow lessened. And at last when the wicked lord flew a flag of death from his tower, and said that the meadow would be his, and no longer of the birds, the birds stopped singing.
People left, and the wicked lord was confused. He asked them, 'Why are you leaving? Why aren't you coming back?'
And the people said, 'We are leaving, because the birds sing no more.'
FIN 🐦
Context under cut
I KNOW what you're thinking. Why is the readmore AFTER the story?! Well, because the context of the story is...hmm. I'll explain.
I'm not a Twitter user (we speak as is right and we will not call it X). I have never been one. Its current destruction matters little to me personally, and I am mostly indifferent. But it makes good fodder for a story.
Yes. This is about Elongated Muskrat and the travesty he has made of Twitter.
MORAL: Sometimes context can make a normal thing VERY WEIRD INDEED
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Do you like being purple? Would you rather be a different colour or are you OK with this one?
Purple is a cool color. I mean, I wouldn't mind trying new things, but I think I'll be purple a bit longer.
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