Flow of the Balance/Archives of December 2006/The First Flow

The wintertide pronounced, the sunlight withdrawn, the Firmament is dark only hours after dawn.

(...) Lilith, standing on the veranda of the Countess Mansion, wordless.

A windblow deranged her hairline.

(...) Silently, she tranquilized her hair with one hand.

(...)

Another windblow.

(...The everlasting nature.)

The undefeated leaves waving, rotating in a desperate rhythm.

(...The attrited. The regretted. The end of the old and the dawn of the new.)

The air rested, and the leaves falled.

(...The path is never strayed.)

* Bubbling sounds like through a deep liquid layer *

(...Yet the path is not followed.)

* Bubbling sounds, suffocatingly *

(...)

* A transition of tiding sounds *

(...The Balance. Is it a calling?)

Lilith looks up, into the already darkened nightsky.

(...Or is it a revealing?)

* A tranquilness over a vast blue sea *

(...Do I be it? Be it needed? Do I need to be?)

* A tranquilness turbulented *

(...Guide me.)

* Silence *

(...)

* Silence *

(...)

* Silence *

Another windblow.

(...The Flow.)

* Silence *

The wind blows.