Far away, across the shallows of the Brobdingnagian
mountains, beneath the dark horrendous clouds,
existed a picturesque village with a delightful
community. “Fraxville”
The colossal tress, which shed oranges, browns, greens
of themselves into the ground…..
The bloomed flowers spreading their behemoth petals..
And above all the magnificent ruby-colored ocean
enveloped the ends of the village an ocean with a
million mysteries and unheard, unfelt, unseen
treasures….
“SANGUIS”
When young kids come of age they are guided towards
the ocean and explore it and collect as much gems as
possible
The people in here are known as “ZYPHONS”
Meant, they possessed long curvy horns in their heads
and owl eyes
The purpose of zyphonians were to immerse into the
crimson-maroon ocean and traverse through it until
death arrive.
When not felt the burning steam and spikeful texture
of sanguis, it would sculpt a black scar on their body
more the lack of the ocean more the scars sheathe…and
at last when end consumes them, they would already
have died a thousand deaths.
At the corner of Fraxville stood a small hut which
sheltered 3 zyphonians. 2 parents and their daughter
She grew her horns at quite a young age which means
her desire to experience sanguis was intense.
She felt joyful and curious looking at her fully grown
majestic horns..finally she would be able to set her
foot outside her CAGE
Yes that’s right she was caged when she started
growing her horns. Her mother was afraid she would
seek sanguis at a young age…. that’s why she caged her
from going outside and from all the relationships she
has been preserving there.
She was left there alone….…
She
was forced to mask her intense thurst for sanguis …….
Sometimes her mother fed her a glass of
sanguis to her inorder to make her happy or that’s
what she thought.
Her horns made gorgeous patterns and curves
announcing to the world about the dominant
femininity inside her commanding her to break the
chains that had been wounding her and make love to
sanguis.
But she couldn’t …even though her heart clenched for
the ocean, the feeling of being an obedient daughter
hardened her chains…that feeling hammered her
inexperienced feet towards the ground with screws of
responsibility, love, respect etc…….
One night she saw something through her window… a
baby zyphon playing in sanguis besides his father
She felt disgusting…a deep hurt scratched her glass
heart…it was on the verge to break but she held it
together with her masked up emotions…
She felt cursed……
Cursed to be a long horned Zyphon and not being able
to feel the wine-red vastness around her. She can only
watch hundreds of kids her age jumping, playing in
that poodle of mysteries….
Years passed….
She stayed caged unable to feel even her pounding
heart
She was asleep when her mother entered the cage . she
caressed her skin which was as dry as the dessert and
her lips were crumpled and wrinkled like a dead leaf…
Suddenly her gaze shifted to something on her chained
feet…..
She lifted her dress and saw huddles of black horrid
patterns fabricated on her body..
She felt frightened …
Not realizing her actions were killing her beloved
daughter after all, the mother turned out to be more
dangerous and harmful to her daughter than sanguis
could ever be ….
Finally she decided to unlock her ..
She couldn’t believe her ears…she was so happy
She decided to leave her home.
After a few months of rattling here and there she
finally found a way that leads to sanguis.
She found a beautiful garden of wild flowers and
decided to walk a bit. The flowers were so seductively
beautiful that she motioned her hands through it…and
soon regretted as she saw blood in her hands the
garden was covered in poisonous thorns..
She soon decided to get out the more she ran away the
more wider, brutual the path seems to get.
That was the ‘LANGUINEA MAZE’
Anyone who passed through the valleys can see it, feel
it and instantly get dragged towards it. Only after
spending some time inside would they realize that
they are slowly being detached from reality…
Soon she saw tons of people inside the maze trying to
find a way out…
That’s it..
She lost her mind. She was tired welcoming all the
torturous inicidents life gifted her.
Finally she was ready to let it go….
She screamed her lungs out…years of pain, suffocation,
agony, frustration, loneliness ..was heard in that loud
blast …it sounded like a vigorously erupting volcano.
Entire Fraxville heard that …
Some blamed her….. some resonated with her ….
Some didn’t care at all.
She felt her soul splitting inside.
She saw a purple portal and ran towards it with a
bleeding feet, fiery horns and a scarred face.
She found herself on a cliff edge she gazed down and
saw the waves of all of her desires, her breathe and her
existence.
“SANGUIS”
She didn’t hesitate and jump down everything flashed
before her…the cage, mother, maze….all of it for this
very moment …this split second of present reality……
“WORTH IT”
She touched the surface ….an electric shock shivered her
entire body..
She drowned ….
Drowned deep into the depth and shadows…where no
cage could lock her up.
She was so deep immersed, absorbed, intaked…into the
bloody emptiness.
She rose up covered in red her horns glowed like gold.
She felt alive for the first time.
Diving into the ocean like an escaped prisoner trying
to hide away from something……hoping to reach
somewhere….
