My home, the Island of Solitude. I am the only inhabitant of the island floating in nothingness, as I am the Goddess of Solitude. I have a huge castle surrounded by endless beautiful greenery. I spend a lot of time outdoors, tending to the plants, watering and cutting them. With my ability, I could do these with a click, but then I wouldn't have anything to do, which I also enjoy.
Even now I am cutting the branches of one of my Japanese Cherry trees, even though it is native to the human world, it is the closest to my heart. Actually, I like to do a lot of things that these people do, maybe if I can do what they do, the feeling of loneliness in my soul is somewhat alleviated. Of course, the other deities do not take kindly to it, in their eyes human life is insignificant. I agreed with this for a long time, but now I think that mortality gives meaning to their lives.
The first rays of the sun are slowly beginning to emerge, this is my favorite time of day. I love being outside when it appears on the horizon. It glistens little by little on the damp leaves, my colorful flowers refract the light like a rainbow, the whole yard is resplendent in colors. I sit down on the white marble bench to comfortably admire the beauty of nature, thanks to my two hands. I would have preferred to be the Goddess of plants, but unfortunately Azrael, the God of Gods, was not so kind to me, who decided to make me the Goddess of Solitude.
After the sun was already shining high in the sky, I got up from my bench to go into the castle to do something interesting. The castle shines in all kinds of colors, I can never choose just one, all the colors are amazing to me. Its walls rise high towards the sky, its highest peak even touches the blue sky. Huge windows allow me to admire the scenery from inside at any time, which is so close to my heart. There are many things inside, but there is no system in anything, just like in my soul. Bookshelves lined the walls in most rooms, various statues depicted me here and there, and a winding white marble staircase led upstairs.
I admit, the stairs don't make much sense, I usually fly up and down the castle, but the stairs look so good when I enter. All kinds of colorful, shiny curtains decorate the rooms, huge mirrors with gilded frames float in the corridors. The whole castle is so crowded and tangled from the inside, yet it offers a wonderfully ethereal sight. I'm going to the painting room right now, I feel like I have to paint the landscape I saw this morning. I paint the garden many times, always in a different style, today I paint flowers in glorious colors, surrounded by a green area.
I took out a large white canvas and placed it on the easel. I took my brush and started to paint. I wasn't thinking, my hand moved by itself, I wasn't in control now. When I was done with half of it, I stepped back to see how it was going. I hummed contentedly at the blobs in all the colors of the rainbow and continued on. In the end, I put the brush down determined, I have a feeling that this will be my favorite picture of them all. I looked at the miracle before me, but there was something strange about it. A bird was flying above one of the flowers, its feathers were brilliant blue. Why did I paint a bird when there are no animals on the island?
Of course, I would be happy if it were, but unfortunately loneliness also applies to animals, literally no living being can stay here with me. I picked up the picture from the stand, went up to an empty spot on the wall, and placed it there. It turned out to be an interesting picture, it was the first time I depicted something other than myself or the plants. Grief began to engulf my heart again, but before I could wallow in self-pity, I quickly left the room.
As I passed by the mirror in the hallway, I turned back to look at myself again. It's as if I'm waiting hopelessly to see if I notice any change. My gilded hair falls wavy on my shoulders, my face is porcelain white and almost shines. My lips are as red as cherries, my eyes glowed an unnatural blue, creating an ethereal effect in my appearance.
My dress fits like a transparent material on my upper body, and from there it falls swinging towards the floor. My dress alternates in iridescent colors, purple, blue and pink as the light shines on it. The upper part is low-cut, it just covers my breasts. The bottom of my dress floats airily with me with each step I take. Small stones and gold embroideries curve back and forth on the entire material, reflecting the light. My body is slender, there is not a single flaw in it, but since I am a Goddess, this is expected of me. Now I don't see any change in any part of me, disappointed, I go to my room, where I rest a bit.
As I lay down on the huge bed covered by my colorful pillows, I put my head between the decorative pillows. I want something so badly, or rather, someone with whom I can share the blessing of eternal life, but I know that I will never get it. If only... if only, I don't do something.