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Welcome! I am Citrine Sharp.
I had a dream that I was filled with art. Within me color swirled like bright paints, and sound moved like erratic lightning. My body was no more, just a shell that contained this intense mass. Words spilled from my finger tips like water, cascading to the floor around my knees and flowing out into the world. The bright chaotic mass within me, became real. Music hummed in my throat and the electricity in me dissipated. Color took the place of the words, pouring from my fingers. The color spread and made the world glow, brilliant and rich. Then there was no more beauty in me. The mass of art had left to be a part of the world. I crumpled on my knees looking at my hands, I felt sad, almost distant. There was no trace of color, of the beauty that left me. When I dropped my hands I noticed two words remained on the floor in front of me. Sharp was written in an old blocky text just beyond my knees and Citrine, in a wispy script, sat delicately in my lap. These words remained. Were they mine to keep? My body had a name, but the art, the world created from my fingers did not. Together these two words were a part of me, but more importantly they were a part of that art. I had decided then. I picked up the words and I walked off into the horizon, Citrine Sharp.
Updates? Started working on Kin of Dragons again, hopefully I will have something to post soon.
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Pieces of peace for all. ~ C.S.