Freehaven: Cavern of Eyes

Cavern of Eyes and Emotion

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If you close your eyes, and squeeze deep enough
You see a shapeless pool of lovely pale colors
hanging in the darkness.



When you squeeze them tight, the pool will begin to take shape
and the colors will become so vivid, that with another squeeze, they must eyes on a mask

But just before they become eyes on a mask
Just before they do.

You'll see it.



You'll see a Drow. And a Mask. And a fairy, flying all around.

And a boy who refused to grow up.
A boy from whom every moment that passes feels like a long time ago.

And when you look at him long enough, you might see his hair become white.
Or you might notice, that the youthfull look in his eye, is just a light from cavern light beam
And the cavern light beam, is just a light hanging in the darkness somewhere
in a story, a story you once believed in

A long time ago.

When you were young, and happy... and heartless.



My own shadow, my own reflection in the dark.
Staring back at me.

Inviting..

to form by white hands that float in the darkness.

A wave of a white hand in that pool of Shadow, ripple waves like a stone thrown in the cold, dark waters.



A shape formed, isnt that the shape of a longing, a deep, dark emotion not even felt when you would open your eyes?
But something that would be there, when you close your eyes in meditation, or sleep? That deep, dark emotion that would keep you awake all night?



No! That is not the shape that should be formed by the Shadow Puppet player. Her white gloves wave left, and they wave right. They wave all around in circles, fingers lifting the strings Of two emotions, residing deep within her.

Those are the emotions always in conflict with each other. Shapes of shadow becoming each other's extremes.



Law, and chaos - always raging in the head of the Shadow Puppet player

Fear, and courage

Resentment, and Allowance

Hatred, and forgiveness

These emotions so strong, and yet such polar extremes of each other, formed on the faces of the Shadows, mirror images of the Shadow Puppet player in shape.Yet faces painted in oposites of any person's emotional conflict within the deeper self.



Twirling, and dancing around the Shadow Puppet player, her two shadows fight for her attention, to become stronger than the other emotion. Make her act on that emotion, deep within her own self. But the Shadow Puppet player is the one who controls these emotions now. She is the one who holds the strings.

And plays the Shadow puppets, her own deep emotions like none other.

In that box of her own Self.



That little box of her own soul.



Held in place, in that dark place by two white gloves, if you squeeze hard enough, as you close your eyes.



Because isnt it so

That in the end



We all play in a little box of our own imagination?






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((OOC)) Ticla you amaze me!

((Aww, thanks Vilesinger! Glad you liked it at least, I was afraid the whole concept may have been a bit too tricky for the FR setting, or that most wouldnt understand the different layers of meaning (the box of our own imagination thing)