It was happening again.
That thought, that time, that...past. The one she had both simultaneously never and always lived. It was all coming true. One-hundred and thirty years in the making, she had finally come back.
Maybe that wasn't entirely accurate as Thirteen sat upon the bench, dressed just as she would have in that age. Maybe this time was everything it was supposed to be, and the other world a simple facsimile of this one. But maybe it was the other way around.
When one of them appeared, things got confusing. Especially when one you had loved would cross over, confused and not knowing of their own thoughts. Were they the same person? Would they know you? The girl that had appeared would not be the first. In fact, she was the third of hopefully many over many years to come. Plucked, duplicated in time to live a life that wasn't virtual, but real...a real life that could not be deleted simply on a whim.
<a href='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9ayN39xmsI' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Aurora didn't know why she played, why she cared,</a> but knew only that it meant something to her. Of all the otherworldly power a mage could wield, Aurora at the center was still human, and she attached herself to the love of those around her, and those beyond. She would never ascend because of it.
But never would she want to. There was too much here to live for.
Especially a dear friend.
A strange plate of food sat on a small end table next to the Steinway-D that the director played on almost every day, as if waiting for something, anything to come through that door that faced her back. Dramatic maybe, but it was the only way to not be disappointed if by some happen chance that she were wrong.
But the feeling was strong.
She was here. Aurora was certain of it.
"You're late. I missed you."
That thought, that time, that...past. The one she had both simultaneously never and always lived. It was all coming true. One-hundred and thirty years in the making, she had finally come back.
Maybe that wasn't entirely accurate as Thirteen sat upon the bench, dressed just as she would have in that age. Maybe this time was everything it was supposed to be, and the other world a simple facsimile of this one. But maybe it was the other way around.
When one of them appeared, things got confusing. Especially when one you had loved would cross over, confused and not knowing of their own thoughts. Were they the same person? Would they know you? The girl that had appeared would not be the first. In fact, she was the third of hopefully many over many years to come. Plucked, duplicated in time to live a life that wasn't virtual, but real...a real life that could not be deleted simply on a whim.
<a href='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9ayN39xmsI' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Aurora didn't know why she played, why she cared,</a> but knew only that it meant something to her. Of all the otherworldly power a mage could wield, Aurora at the center was still human, and she attached herself to the love of those around her, and those beyond. She would never ascend because of it.
But never would she want to. There was too much here to live for.
Especially a dear friend.
A strange plate of food sat on a small end table next to the Steinway-D that the director played on almost every day, as if waiting for something, anything to come through that door that faced her back. Dramatic maybe, but it was the only way to not be disappointed if by some happen chance that she were wrong.
But the feeling was strong.
She was here. Aurora was certain of it.
"You're late. I missed you."