mystery in reality

 Nauseated by her built in claustrophobia, conjured from clusters of suppressed thoughts and emotions. Yet no change to her inquisition. Facts tied to the internal cord of her intuition, the aligned displacement of her quest. The abnormality of the obstacles she faced were now like an anvil in the debths of a black hole, threatening her hope for success. When she was little, her mother punctuated once on the tricycle of hope and its adored partnership with faith.  Facilitating on the believe of its importance even in situations where outcomes where inevitable failure was the only resolution. If the mysteries of the universe where kept in a box, locked away and hidden beyond reach, she thought to her self. She would have found it. But her questions was something deities found as a natural disorder. Love, another mystery but she was told already that it was a feeling beyond words, a connection between people, or something. Was another loss in her struggle for visual facts....

The river of Caspan held many Mysteries, some tied to the destiny of the looker, and sometimes a premonition or a little glimpse of the future. Some days it showed the true nature of the person, a cold heart or a strong heart, a kind soul or a wicked one. But she did nothing but stare at the man staring at her in place of her reflection. A ripple from nowhere made the entire river shiver, sending little waves of water till it reached the bank of the river, shaking her reflection, as it seemed, slightly. For a second she thought he blinked. The river never spoke before, nor was it going to start now. A message was already passed. A warning? A sign? To the best of her knowledge a trick. But she stood phased by the blury image of the impostor behind the water.  She attempted to move parts of her body in attempt to test the theory of a mirror. But the man remained in place, denying the echo of her movements.  Her little wish for answers was capsized by the abnormality of the river...

 The world arrogantly revolved around four boarders, to the extent it manipulated the laws of time and reason, creating a possibility where the world existed in those four boarders. But false boarders.  Love. In all its forms and nature, the very perception that gave meaning to the word, the feeling, was debunked. It's many truths, it's very serenity replaced. Taking up a manifestation of excruciating cruelty. There are foundations in each complex realities created on a basis of a vision of someone or some people.  And in this universe of wickedness. Revolving on the basis of an outcome within the grasp of four beautiful beings. A soul that rippled the laws within this very boarders was born. Just by the peak of its very existence.  Purity comes in one shade. The aid of something good is always a threat to the ill desires of those who seek evil. Innocence and ignorance, a form of beauty never seen in a world where darkness was the only hue.  A positive earthqua...