Slowly waking up. thoughts are buzzing in the head. memories muffled, without a tune.
eyes seeking only blurs, with no distinct shapes.
Only then did the thoughts of memories comeback. the bright sun glaring, fastening closer, as it grew a loud blare of a the iron horse...
You were hit by a car.
Many memories came back, many doubts, many pains, joys, loves, and cries. All the grains of sand in an hour glass filled the top of the mind. Many forgotten, many chosen, unedited.
Moving was no such thing, as every fingers, toes, arms, and legs were shaped with sand.
"Where am I?" thoughts filled the skull,"Why can't I move?"Worry floods the brain,"Am I dead?"Doubts pull the nerves.
Hearing is louder than seeing, the sound of silk, cloth moves like the shore, on one side, the other?
the feeling of pressure, on the head so gentle, filled with thought, worry...love.
To many, many, over and over, minds collide, ideas made stars, only when tar, oozes into the eyesockets of his head with hot ideas, and memories, then did the only light bulb flickered on.
Only when sight is granted, when he saw it. The distinction of a shape, a beauty with eyes that sparkled sapphire, hair that hangs, hair that makes a black rose lose in comparison. A smile that would make a supernova fall to a neutron star.
Only this, did it make shapes in the head. the person with a status, the face that can decapitate heads. Is the guardian, the one who caused the most sorrow to her own born.