#FridayFantasy – The Abyss – #FlashFiction

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She gazed deeply into the shroud of ethereal mist dancing between the void and the glass.  Pressing inward, she filled her mind with emptiness, questing for the unknown.  Within the sphere of timelessness she held betwixt her hands, shadows spun upon what might be tangible or only observable and she delved further, submersing herself into the ocean of vast possibility, waiting.

Within the glass, bright viridian flared intensely, then sparkled into misty haze once more. The first sign.  She had touched what she sought, though it had momentarily escaped her.  Focusing on the colour through which the intended target had spoken, she pierced the hollow abyss more keenly; asking, pausing, traversing the clouds of spider-web phantasms as she sought.

Beside her, anxious and hesitant together in the same moment, the one who had waited so very long twisted and skittered in a sinuous dance of excitement and agitation.  Soft trills emanated from her core, unable to be constrained, and the sounds filled the glass like lightning on the darkest night.  Instantly, the viridian glory blazed anew; a deep resonant call answering as the vision they both sought poured into perception’s view.

Her Trothed Beloved in all his splendor, winging towards her.

And her heart sang anew.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork by Anne Stokes