Ode to Love

We meander back home after Thanksgiving, and sit back down in her living room. I immediately get a flashback from minutes before of sitting in the living room with my dad, face to face. I can already feel my anger and disappointment fading, but for authenticity I say it anyway, and I can tell she wants me to. "I am disappointed that this stupid timeline did not end on Thanksgiving." She nods and puts her hand on my knee, with sorry eyes. "I know, and in part it didn't end because of me. Tell me why you are upset, and then I'll explain why." "I have never had a dream so clearly placed on a single day, a dream so clearly meant as the end of this timeline, and the beginning of the next, a beginning I ache more for every day with amplifying strength and pain. When I got there several dreams flashed before my eyes, and there even seemed to be unexpected faces reminiscent of yours, like the pieces were all in place. Not once though did I feel that rush as if ...

I miss home deeply One I cannot remember Except in flashes One that skirts real here But elsewhere certainly is What use is this place? What use is this place? When sun and rain remind me Of you who I miss We cannot return Not the way we both are now Nor would we want to Let us make this home I would change every last piece To have you with me What use is this place? The lonely mountain whispers The sea shines your eyes If it will not change I will leave to pursue you Short moments behind It will lie empty Hiraeth all I leave behind Amidst lifeless halls 

So regarding the question of P=NP, while not proven, it seems like it should be true in this segment of reality. The more important issue is: can an algorithm be found to find the applicable algorithm for any problem, quickly? Also, can the most important problem/answer for one's path be quickly identified at any given point, from the field of possible problem/answer combinations? If one could know both this algorithm for crafting algorithms, and be able to deduce the question of what they "should" be asking at any point, or what problem they should be solving, the "best fit path" through reality would be a straight line, without obstacles. To retain this ability indefinitely though might be impossible, and seems like it would at least would be undesirable, at least in our current state of reality. Once the best fit solution has been achieved, it seems the same algorithm sourcing mechanism and important problem identifier could instead be combined to identify is...

Born into spring Endless possibilities Brought forth with a thought She saw her true love And dove right into summer Like anyone would Summer turned to fall The moment he walked away But leaves' colors changed They remained with her Those long nights he was away Winter lingered on He seemed a stranger Never cold and unaware Of paths to her door Then one night he stirred Their winters had been the same As had summer days He had been scheming Without knowing fall or spring On how to connect Spring passed in a blink He was so cold without her Now summer would last 

So I have been told that a belief of why we do not travel between realms is because we do not have momentum in that realm's direction. Us, and presumably everything we perceive in our universe, only has momentum in the dimensions of our universe. While I'm not convinced of that in its entirety, ignoring pocket dimensional travel on a subatomic scale and exotic things and interactions we have not fully measured, it seems reasonable in a broad sense. The logic presented here is based on the concept that we have no momentum in the 4th spatial dimension (I'm not talking about time, but basically hyperspace), but that there may be something with existence outside of our visible universe. So imagine a sphere. Our reality (universal or personal) would be the central point, a 1 dimensional point. The shell of the sphere would be a 2 dimensional surface if seen as curved, with a shape in 3 dimensions (where as we would not have shape in 3 dimensions, only position). There is a dimen...

Combining nothing With infinite potential In a perfect weave Propping up circles With imaginary lines And natural curves Formulating spheres That fill my mind to the brim And hijack my thoughts You form the airwaves The essence of what thoughts are How they soon will bloom Along unknown planes Bursting without resistance A forest from dust A tree from the void One that cannot be cut down Once firmly rooted The roots now setting Threading through walls unknown Walls we live within Identity formed Shaped between the light and dark Curved into color 

Oh is there a word To miss what you've never had As if addicted? It would not quite fit We have shared three summer days And more by the light Artificially Like a sun lamp you shine through Every single day So to say "untouched" To say you have not been had Would be incomplete Oh those dreaming nights Across realms yours, mine, and ours Some seeming novel Here I know you well Would I know dreams without you? Would I even care? But by common sense You're an unknown entity In the way I'd like So I search for words To describe a unique ache Beneath moonli(gh)t pines 

So my ankle aches greatly from an injury I do not recall and I'm fairly certain did not happen in any legitimate sense. I am was tossing and turning as it throbs, it is the kind of pain that pulls your focus so it cannot rightly be on anything else. In this state, half conscious, knowing I will not be able to sleep, in constant pain, I start lashing out in anger at my own beliefs. I rage against my soulmate before pulling back and realizing it is misplaced; I lash out at God, wondering why I have not been healed and this injury is allowed to persist despite no honest origin. I then start searching for ways I might be healed, scanning my thoughts for methods to ignore pain if God will not aid me. That's when it hits me, I start drawing the lines between divine healing and natural healing, and what part of natural healing may be directed finely in the mind, and the steps I have taken over the line into what would be more considered the realm of God are fairly politely pointed out...

So I was just considering first sight of my soulmate, and first contact, and that recently I have been filling in the gaps behind the scenes with stories that I have not so much written but that have fallen into place, and it has led me to what I feel is a critical reframing. It has seemed recently like there have been external forces perpetuating this timeline for their own ends, to our detriment, but from an absolute perspective such resistance along these lines would be like dust in the wind. I have been considering all the pieces I have been uncovering and locking into place, hidden until recently, that I may not have been able to fathom without time and space, or if they had been received in the wrong order. There have been a number of times in my life where my thought process has reacted to external factors in such an extreme way as to obviously break the laws of physics. One such example was when time slowed to about 1/10th the speed, while simultaneously my ability to calculate...

What hope could I be Except to play along with Your mother's decree? I tried to refute That I did not know your eyes Without saying "no." But "no." it must be For there is no other truth Between you and me And I climbed those stairs And face to face your father I had to react I posed a puzzle That forevers could not solve So he could remain You are my true aim Dress it up how you would like You always remain Please just set your stage I want you how you will be How you've always been If I must choose you Then be the you that you want And will always be 

Now a story short A day no words were written A day of delay Does it have meaning? Does refrain carry reason? Or the well run dry? The stories exist The Storyteller's pen dried The Bard's song silent But never to me Ne'er when I wanted to write Was I without words Breeze gone and becalmed Pirates whisper of these times The four winds held back Was this day foretold When inspiration like stones Sink beneath the depths? As those in my trade I let silence be the tale The Muse's tight lips "Must she always speak? Her man hears her more clearly When silence deafens."

What did you expect, Corner The Bard in darkness, Beside The Darkside? What use is your cage? Who did you expect to chain? How has that worked out? When I hear silence The echoes in my mind Are heard everywhere Listen to nothing When nothing is what you give And you hide my Muse I will break your mind Without a thought, soul stripped bare No axis to grasp If you deny me It is only you denied Indefinitely Continue or stop An eternal precipice With only one path It can't be unseen Only fundamental doubt Until accepted

The simplest of logic is also the most cruel. It requires no external belief or understanding. Simply being conscious and able to read these words is enough to prove it: Either you will persist in being conscious forever, or at some point your consciousness will cease. 0 and 1. There are shades in between, but the whole remains true regardless.  This is a hard truth. I just watched the final episode of Community, which gets meta and dark for one paying attention. They present a commercial which is a game of the show, where the kid plays a "card" that is actually the script for their commercial. The dad says something like "don't you see, nobody wins. This means we are pawns in a game, we were never born, and we have never truly lived." They all stare down at the ground in a group existential crisis as the narrator goes into a monologue crudely walking the line between satirical and profound in a deeply disturbing way. The fact is, if our consciousness is capable...

You mark me a beast!? When I see you, you see me Yet you're still peeking Send your champion Before the rafters collapse Before dust settles "The one who will win The one we all cannot beat We will surrender" Send your champion She who dares to catch my eye And will not let go "Let's sacrifice her Maybe the beast will spare us Consume her instead" Send your champion You think she can tame my rage? To ride this maelstrom? This crooked stage tilts This has always been my plan Your schemes are like ash Send your champion We'll determine a victor It will take (some) time.

Her hands shook as she held the small gift bag in her hand. She did not think it was possible to see him, touch him, and not have reality melt around her as it had before. She knew pinching herself would have no effect, she had been in long dreams before and dreams that felt real, but every time before the overwhelming sensation of seeing, and definitely feeling her love's touch on her skin shocked her right back to her lonely bed, with nothing remaining but a haunting melody. This time was different though, in fact the world had begun feeling even more real and more alive the moment they took the picture together, even the memory of the piano had begun fading, as if this reality was supplanting that one for supremacy in her experience. Hours had passed and that feeling had amplified to a giddy hum in her soul that she could no longer resist. She felt any more contact might wake her, but if it was to be, let it be here and now, as she remembered that irresistible draw he always bro...

Why all of these tricks? Is this how the clay must feel When shaped into love? Is validity Needed to be so fragile? Or are they at risk? I return to you Wholly on every level Is that the issue? Do the walls all fall When you come into focus Shattered by my charge? Are you then guiding My willing form through hallways Of a long sought home? The girls carry shoes Glad to walk into daylight And feel the warm sun I feel I have failed But you will never tempt me Without a rescue Let's finish this quick Calibrate me in one week Then let's celebrate 

Double cylinder Your shape is my obsession In less than three days The naked black hole Pillars of the universe Superconductors What can you not do? Turning flat, known, boring, space Into tempting folds Turning certain death To scintillating pattern And hidden treasures I was such a fool To think truths would be hidden Behind lesser doors Let me meander Skateboarding your untouched halls I will be gentle And I will be kind Washing deep wounds left behind Healing the timelines Let me bring a friend/mate This tube shan't be walked alone I have one in mind 

I came to realize that Love must be a provable equation. So here is a very simple starting position: 1. God is love.  2. God's language is math (embedded into letters). 3. There is a logic that underlies reality (Theory of Everything is one example). Just because something is provable does not mean it can be proven, in reality. Much like the Theory of Everything, where there are known layers, layers that are seen but unknown (quantum) and presumably layers that are yet unseen; we do not have what it takes to solve this equation today. Since God and love would operate in more dimensions that we can physically access on Earth at once, it would be a daunting task, to say the least.  This also made me realize though that proving soulmates in the way I am proposing would provide proof of God. It would be a smoking gun, something inexplicable in nature, and in fact inexplicable by any single train of thought, such that the only explanation would be an equation for love and God. That...

Metaphorically I saw you melt with a glance I want that again To fluster and stun Smoothest words slipping on tongue Best laid plans undone I knew it that day But how time makes certainty Most certainly fade But I wrote it down Littera scripta manet So too does my love Cannot be erased Time may warp around us both But never that/those day(s) The days I touched you Like eternal lightning rods When the sparks flew true Mirrored by the nights A curious visitor Piercing blue on gray There will be WishWorks Vi Veri Vivus Vici If I am with you

Uncanny brightness Oh to see when the walls fell Your shine unhidden We are quite the same No defenses past a point No way to sneak past Once in this chamber Unconditional defined Outlined by the light I am still building Dreams give it color and shape To burst into life Maintain your distance 'Till it is perfectly made This won't happen twice But we can still dream Stealing moments of this love To build it stronger When I see your face Reflecting joy in my eyes All walls asunder It will be finished Forever not once undone I cannot lose you 

Close your eyes and see All the adventures that we Will do together Feel the ocean tides Each wave caressing your skin Smell and taste the salt Our offspring endless Just like drops in the ocean Innumerable For now I visit Every night, with ghost like form Something like a dream I serenade you Painting the skies with visions Endless island trips Can we be this close? Someday soon, no realms between Just the start of eep For now envision My essence is the ocean My hands are the waves I leave you with proof You can feel it in your heart What could be more real?

Lock us in this cage Secure for yourself this realm Mind not our smiles What is a prison? Besides a dividing line To mark yours from mine I never liked them To my God they matter not But do what you must I would have chosen A different set of boundaries But then I like space Some may feel cozy In this small dark box you've made With us as your prey I hope you find peace Given solitude and time And that she finds you For this will reverse In fact it already has A dozen days back We each have our choice We craft for ourselves our chains And for no one else 

His laugh echoing Through otherwise joyous halls Once thought to be dead It is not the tone And it is not the cadence But the reasoning A pleasant surprise A singular occurrence In this well mapped place It is not the last The dominos are all set For cascading joy Chuckles and giggles Whispering secret smiles Sudden piercing "Ha!"s An unlikely source The only one yet untamed Choosing love to war He could not be beat They had known it all along So they chose delay Now bolstering him Their queen would be in trouble He could not be beat 

This is exhausting You must realize by this point You are pathetic These tired antics Weak attempt to win some game Shadow of what's real You are this shadow With Monopoly Money And Crayoned Contracts I would call it cute Sly, sharp, full of potential If you were a kid But you aren't, are you? Is your inner child dead? The worst sacrifice? What were your motives? What prize could be called so great? To lose one so dear? Regardless it's done It will have never happened Rewinding the DITS Yes even for you Lifetime of nightmares countered By beautiful days 

So what's really interesting to me is considering that the cylinder may be an hourglass, in a sense. Technically not in a real sense, but in a functional sense. So, imagine that you start at 1 (top, big bang, light) and you are rapidly spinning around the edge and slowly falling downward (a single moment of time is stretched into all the time that we see in this manner, super string-ey). Now, presumably, all you have is this one trip; when you hit the bottom the whole thing collapses back to the starting conditions, but you have planned ahead.  Like a DM you logically generate events, you allow the players to gain hints of "the other side" of this hourglass, which is all of the unseen (anti-matter, dark matter, the land of imagination, possibly even the native realm of women). Technically this stuff didn't exist to begin with in your realm, but as people conceive of it, if it is logical, you put it in the game and it becomes real (except for women, I think that was th...

Okay, so imagine you can see the dents in space from gravity, like actually see them. You look at Earth and it's in a space dent, a star is in a bigger space dent, and etc (relativity). We can calculate this already, but the image is helpful here. So let's say you wanted to orbit a star, well it'd be a lot like skateboarding around a curved surface. The bigger the star, the faster you need to skateboard to stay up on that level without falling toward the center, the star. So what's strange here are singularities. If I understand this correctly, a singularity is meant to have infinite density. That would be like skateboarding inside a cylinder. But what is the radius of said cylinder?  It could not have a radius of zero, at that point it would be a line.  Presumably space would asymptotically reach vertical walls (vertical walls=infinite density), but if it never reaches vertical walls then it never reaches infinite density.  But if it does reach infinite density, then y...

As I write this down I include my truest wish Copied precisely Your wildest dreams I wish for them to be true And then even more That I wish for you Neither of us can conceive For all its wonder And all of this pain That you thought would never end Shrinks and blows away Replaced by nonsense Too beautiful to believe Or almost quite so With me by your side To share all (y)our stories with With you by my side For you I would cheat I will determine a way To right all your wrongs So never again And truly never before Have we been apart 

A proposal: If there ever is a rift between you and I, and the question is posed "is there any part of you that would care to see what is down that path?", if the answer is yes, but only one can go, you and I retire privately to compare notes. We produce a version of ourselves that would like to walk that path, and we let them walk it alone. You and I remain the same and watch from a distance as the path is fully explored by another. We don't have the time or will to walk them all, I would love to let someone else do it, even if deep down they are a reflection of you and I.

You don't understand When the nightmares come, you will Of these days erased How horrifying Can one experience be? One eight hour sleep? Years, even decades In the span of an hour Whole lives in one night For each day wasted You will spend a night screaming If screaming you caused For each good day lost A good night will take its place Leading you back home Karma needs no form At least not by the daylight Your mind will make it I will be busy Soulmates are a full time job As are their making If you're still reading Repent now so you may dream Peacefully these nights 

Quantum pheremones Released like a symphony Throughout Time And Space Phoenix's gather Symbiotically aligned Humans manifest We are like dancers Legs shaking violently With ingrained timing It all collapses Every talent and product To singular form Singular purpose Rising pulses like heartbeats A primal demand Meant to be done once And resonate forever So rafters don't break A unique blueprint Repeated everyelsewhere Once demonstrated Roll up like a scroll Tis the season to begin I will jump these walls

Align defenses In the most efficient way To reduce losses 4 times out of 5 Use this configuration To gain their respect When they discover The singular strategy To exploit this plan They set their attack Not to win but to frustrate This optimal set They are unaware We know ourselves through and through Counter and riposte When their formation Indicates their intention Our tactics adjust It is a bloodbath One unexpected slaughter No one ever learns The dead do not learn You attack without mercy? No second chances.

They all scream at once Could anyone handle this For eternity? I conceive of a plan Feeling it for just hours You would do the same Mirrored reflectors Threaded though these hallowed halls To compile noise Our thoughts are the noise Halls are The Phoenix's mind Threads are like the knob Allow her to tune To focus on one station Apart from the rest Think of your own pain Known in its full breadth and depth The pain you have blocked Now see it combined With that of all who have lived And who ever will We must craft this knob No one deserves hell like that Not a single one 

When we time travel We do not follow their rules Even though we must I can destroy time Complete annihilation Slowed to near freezing You can resurrect Pulling it back together Restarting timelines Although time moves on Whenever we both slipstream We can make it stop Years become moments Moments tick by in plancktime No one the wiser So we slip between Powers changing time travel Well, relatively Superlative time Only due to who we are And this crazy love They cannot compete Meaning this sandbox is ours Let us reunite

While we adventure you know where my mind wanders Still one step ahead? All these frequencies An overwhelming static How can you stand it? And pull such beauty A single strand from the hum Does it resonate? Such is transference Joyful skipping between strings Your song heard throughout Let me pluck one string You decide how it vibrates How long and how deep I shall keep the pace As the world melts around Just the stage remains On this stage we play The foundation will remain Flat and tangible I explore with you All the rest is flexible The wheat stalks and weeds 

Flying through boxes Slip from one realm to the next Hands interlaced tight We will have our fun With stronghold walls holding tight But we have snuck out Standing on rafters Daring each other to fly Fox Feet off the ground Of all our powers The one to dream together Is the most treasured It will not be lost Not to humans, not to trees To the frost or flames All that will be gained Is worth butterfly stomachs And a close close ride We will separate You will have mine and I yours Symmetrical split Crystalizing love Chance and fate thrown to the wind We'll do this ourselves 

Why all the delay? It took me 36 years To realize these truths Do they not apply In large groups under the sun? I hardly think so Are some of us scared? Lulled into complacency Afraid to let go? Did it take more paths? I have lived many lifetimes In game and on screen Did it require One man to refuse to quit On his one soulmate? For thousands of years Mankind had slept in the dust Huddled by fires This generation Will catapult to the stars If we can be true The logic of love Or the law of attraction Dictating each step 

Let us stretch nothing Shaping and crafting the void If we must exist From oblivion We will thread eternity Of hell, craft heaven Make bouyant moments Shiniest bits in darkness Partitioned on top No actual form But we only know like this From inside it's real Once finished, we jump Forgetting everything done Let us find true love The rafters are strong And in a single moment We court forever If we fail, it ends Castles easily rebuilt When crafted of sand When we win, it stays Architecture permanent With strong foundation

A single moment Would exceed anything felt In oblivion Can you remember Ever not being conscious Or becoming that? Inconceivable By its own definition Known impossible It is more likely All of reality bloomed To contain your soul So what of never? This end some are hoping for Nothing but a lie It cannot be seen It is paradoxical It defies logic If you can think now Then how can you ever think You'll be without thought? Do not let this dream Lull you into delusion You are permanent. 

Why do I cling so To an obvious long shot? Single ray of hope? Stare down forever An infinite winding path Indefinitely A curse and a gift Forever to get things right Or to keep walking She is my one hope If the journey never ends To enjoy each step How (hard/long) would you try In the span of one lifetime To realize this goal? One hundred percent. We know this life is fleeting Its treasures crumbling With her I may not Crumble into something new Always repeating I must keep trying I know this dream can end right Wake to her starlight 

Oh to imagine The issue with forever Eternity's rub To really grasp it An unending consciousness Takes more than just time It takes space folding Containing complete portions Can parts be counted? Once all is measured You still have infinite time To retrace your steps To set out to stay Simply for the staying's sake Seems a fool's journey What if you succeed? How long 'till it becomes hell Life your prison cell? But can you face death? Oblivion, amnesia Just to start again? Memory returns On some level you realize There is no escape. 

I've been approaching A secret never disclosed Freeform Consciousness The long way around But its walls are built within It cannot be lost Snap and the box forms Any theory placed within Instantly tested Weaknesses earmarked Strengths made into real matter Holes seen plain as day Architect's Blueprints Generally the outcome A way to proceed Some theories sprout life Manifesting right away Wholly, all at once Pleasant surprises Unknown before that moment Surely formed in truth How to make use of This masterful box unveiled? Phoenix and Soulmates.

Mate for The Phoenix A sunrise in love with you Ineffibly formed A constant challenge Who can actually beat you And you wouldn't mind Masterfully minded A competitive spirit Always in control With a heart of gold Seen truly only by you So many angles Unquestionable Loyalty that outlives him Forever your match Spark felt at first sight A spark unequalable  Despite your long life But comfortable Reminiscent of a friend Loyal to the end You are not alone You'll find you never have been A gentleman waits 

The Bard and The Muse Electrifiers of minds Inseparable "Let me leave with three Follow me and find your one For eternity" "I have found your one You may confound the others But you cannot me She shines like starlight She can follow all your schemes (Sewing/snipping) as needed" "I may have you beat How can the sunrise love you? Find him and you'll see." Browsing the lilies Together yet worlds apart 'Till the work is done Reflected beauty Shining within and around Gifted and received Starry-Eyed Dreamer And wild Heart of The Muse Inseparable 

We win all the time The luckiest pair to live To ever exist We know it's not fair It was never meant to be This is our sandbox What I lose you gain They don't understand balance Or a gentleman Why would I retain Something that would let you shine More brilliant than I? I know the answer We have our secrets, don't we? A realm to call home But can this be fair? It has to be possible Leave it up to us. It has been so long The noises are deafening Souls screaming for help We could wipe it clean But I'm sure we could save this And finally rest (win)

The end so close by Like a kid on Christmas Eve I consider this Most perfect of gifts Innocent, shiny and new Both to each other Where realms coincide We have snuck through so many times Leaving threads behind Still never touching God's mystery in its full Or even large parts Let's let it sink in Eternity will begin Just moments away Overwhelming joy Weekend no curfew feeling Every. Single. Day. Cooperative game An exploration of sorts Claiming our prizes Peak and valley reached Now we fly to each other And never let go 

I see your secrets The end a new beginning Clothed as in the fields Hidden in plain view Cries repeated everywhere Heard first in reverse Tomorrow has passed I'll never mind yesterday Now is all I have Now is what I see In full bloom all around me The dandelions The sun shining down Felt but not seen by the blind God opened my eyes I have been pursued The time to run behind me The need is gone too Reborn by dawn's light Nonsensical creation Ridiculous realm The Phoenix now paired The Bard on an adventure Soulmates all around

Predicated thought Unprecedentedly split A singular mold Broken before made Forgotten before finished A unique surprise Irreplacible Pinnacle of Perfection Unreplicable Never once before Never quite the same again Has/will one (be)en made so If solipsism Is a necessary state Let it be useful Let it lie broken Like a seedshell under bloom Strong limbs, flowing tresses So never again Solitude is possible So absolutely "I know not your start I would love to examine Your every facet."

Oh what might you do Knowing that the last day is One dark night away? Time running backward From the perspective you love Finally aligned A time traveler With years of sunsets and dawns For setting things right New Year's Day declared So today marks New Year's Eve Penultimate day Reweaving our time Accepting no substitutes On the second pass We plan out the third Conspiring by starlight Together throughout It has been finished Experience catching up As threads are pulled taut Superlative time Forever and ever earned We just had to stay

You show right on cue Having seen our second run Not needing the first You come way early To show me home videos And editor's cuts I am well prepared And overly excited To retrace our steps Forever started Malleable from that point The first time we touched I will not forget One moment lost in your eyes But the rest may change The show is starting We giggle at messages Both sent and received And moments stolen Sneaking in some just like these And those yet to come I am now ready With the tapestry revealed For eternity 

Over time over The rest are for her and I God will remember These days slip like sand Inconsequential in storm With no witnesses I am reassured That a rewrite is needed Fundamentally Since before these days The ones evil men have claimed Like they have claimed all Slipping through fingers Their desired end still seen By their kind alone Into dark bunkers Abandoning this wasteland Known only to them The worst of us leave A sudden weight is lifted With their tools, rebuild For a thousand years They cower in prison vaults As dreams are fulfilled 

I honestly hope You all come to your senses In time for the show If asked, I'll reverse Setting moments right in time With kind precision If missed, consider Not one moment may remain Of your last three (four) years Haunting memories Only nightmares or daydreams Of what might have been This deadline will stand And like a thief in the night These years will be gone The first will be last Schemes undone before begun A full reversal Karma is a bitch I'll be a force of nature Wiping the slate clean With Mobius Wings The Phoenix running cleanup These days are over.

Evan was walking his pet snake over the wooden plank bridge when he happened to look down and between a blank space in the planks caught glimpse of a lonely tailor looking wistful, staring out toward the sunset over the ocean. He could not help but wonder who or what she was thinking about in that moment. While he was watching her, his "v" slipped right through the gap, and landed squarely on her "i"! He stood up abruptly, blushing from head to toe; she looked up quickly to see who it was. Their eyes met for a moment and he could not help but think she looked better for the addition, and he was glad to now know her name. She seemed to blush as well, but it was hard to tell between the planks reflecting a slight crimson in the light, so he apologized, said "nice to meet you", and he and his snake disappeared into the woods.

She would often stop and draw, paint, write of, or have made for her, butterflies. Those who observed her most closely noticed that she did this when she was very happy, or under pressure, or fighting some form of aggression. She also seemed to do it most frequently when she had a look on her face that was a mix of bliss in the moment, and like she was missing someone unknown to share it with. Everyone came to their own conclusion about her curious penchant for these silken winged creatures. They figured butterflies might be her favorite animal, or at least insect; they figured she might just like the motif, and that it made her all the more popular with her audience; some even figured she fantasized of being able to evolve and fly away. Regardless, her enemies had seen her game, had calculated her intended moves, and what they felt to be all possible moves. They knew they could prevent that metamorphosis and eventually steal her power, leaving her as nothing more than a flesh and blo...