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Anahera

If you want to see her, got to the place ocean meets land. Look across the vast sea. Find the sun sitting on the horizon. It should be a yellow flower floating across the sky.

It may cast light over the landscape, rid of the shadows.

She is like that.

If you want to see her, go to an open field. Look up through the clouds. Find the skies face. The eyes made of twinkling stars. The smile a crescent moon. Her voice calm and quiet as a breeze. Find the faint lines that a cloud makes- The mood of her world slightly tampered by sunny days and rain and storms.

The powerful emotions.

She is like that.

If you want to see her, go to your local library. The shelves should be made of wood. The books will be hardbound. Stand inside the cozy nook. Breathe in the smell of Earth. Wait for closing time.

Listen to the bell with every swing of the door. It should be melodic.

She is like that.

If you want to see her, go to your old place. Stand over an old shoebox. Look inside for things that are nostalgic. The old friendship bracelets. The polaroid pictures. The love letters left unsent with the envelopes still sealed and smooth.

Find the engraved necklace.

And she is like that.

The Fool

Laughter.

Horrible, wild laughter filled the empty halls of gold, marble and spilt blood.

Said blood was splattered across the floors like fine red wine as the former King fell to his bruised knees, staring up in horror as burning cards fluttered down from the sky. They revealed their hand:

The Emperor. Justice.

Death.

And the laughter, oh, the laughter! The Jester sat atop his new throne, an amused smile playing at his lips, cradling a golden crown in his lap and a glass of champagne in his hand. He said nothing; the King had never wasted their breath on him, even when he slaved away for their entertainment.

With a flick of his wrist, a final card flew to the ground.

It landed before the King, face-up—The Fool.

The card of new beginnings, new opportunities. Taking a leap of faith, improvising, believing in the future. The Jester was doing just that.

The blurred face of The Fool mocked the King, and then both burst into flames while the Jester watched. The lopsided smile on his thin lips grew wider and more sinister, his eyes sparkling with unsettling delight.

"Well..." the Jester giggled, his tone bright and mocking whilst the now former King screamed in agony.

The jester twirled the crown in his free hand, "Long live the King."

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