Two Eyes Cenote (BOO) Musō-ka

the girl does not heed the warnings. those that came before, those that come now. these are subtle denials. the air here, even in dream, is cooling.
they begin to dance, to fly.
slowly their steps go from redstone to gold, and while toula shifts delicately upon her feet the ghost does not touch upon this fantasy earth; more akin to wind now, flowing with her, faceless.
the first love is the hardest, this voice is a soft and musical thing, pining for the days before, and speaking a truth which they mourn. it is perfect because we do not see its wrongs, it is passionate because it is new, it is everything - and you burn for him at the expense of yourself.
the floor cracks. water seeps in, like the earth bleeds.
the cenote widens at toula's feet, grand greenwater, flooding the ballroom the longer they dance and twirl.
you must find your strength. separate from him. is she so smitten, this girl, she will not see the truth in this? heed this last plea? pharaoh, goddess.