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[Cyrano]

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username: cyrano + 887402
name: Dalius
kit: Dying Pickle [Bottom]

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prompt: what's a secret they have?
table of contents

the mirror door
rowboat
judgement
the watchman
credits & thanks

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[Cyrano]

It begins like clockwork, one after the other

10:00-----------------the chime of the clock
10:23---------- the ringing of the bell
10:30 ----- the hushed whispers telling me it's time
10:45 - my shadow separates and runs off goading me "cmon"

Every night,,,

leave your bed
meticulously arrange the sheets
tuck a pillow beneath the covers to hide you're gone
ignore the light turning on in the hallway
and footsteps on the hallway floor
jump over the third to left piece of creaking floor
grab your shadow by the hand
step up to the mirror

run through the mirror door

[Cyrano]

Through the mirror lies the dock,
made of ancient oak and surrounded by trees,
the sky above remains pink and cloudy,
I've never seen the sun or moon here but stars always mingle within the clouds dusting the air with a shimmery mist.

the rowboat is tied to the pole furthest down, floating on nothing but it bobs nonetheless creating imaginary ripples in the air.

light the lantern to see through the mist, collect your shadow again to yourself and get on board, untie the boat, and begin to sing -

" row row row your boat"
"gently down the stream"
"merrily merrily merrily"

The lantern's glow intensifies,
grab the oars to steer
And push off
continue to sing

"row row row your boat"
"gently dow the stream"
"merrily merrily merrily"

rise in the air, break through the clouds,
floating through the dark blue sky
ignore the constellations running across the sky in your path
say hi to the star spun whale that flips some cloud
straight into your boat and continue to rise
to the station in the sky.

[Cyrano]

Reaching the station, my favorite part. It stands tall; a circular open aired structure. The roof held up by columns all just floating in the night sky awaiting the stationmasters' arrival in their boats, one by one. Docking, I fly from my boat, entering the open air of the roofless building.

There rises the bull and the hammer man, the creators of dreams and nightmares. Here it is decided whom I shall oversee tonight. The line for judgment is lengthy but as a senior member of the watch I make my way to the front to the ripple pool. In the center the two masters of dreams stand guard.

Soon I step into the pool wading to the platform; there the silver bull "Ginora" glares at me with his big sharp eyes, through the ring on his nose he blows out air as the copper covered hammer man inspects me over his spectales. Straightening again in their stoic stances a judgement is made and the hammer falls over me and I am

transported.

[Cyrano]

I stand in a frost-covered forest,
snow covers my feet,
as flakes fall around my face
The midnight moon rising.

I am the watcher, here to make sure this tale goes on uninterrupted

but is this dream or nightmare? - i'm unsure
I'll let the tale unfold.

and so much watch begins

[Cyrano]

[500/500 words]

credits.
https://www.deviantart.com/lemonscribs/gallery
https://www.deviantart.com/creativechee ... -decor
thank you
thank you so much for reading this story, it was one of my favorite concepts I had thought of a while ago but was waiting for the perfect time to impliment. I hope you enjoyed.
- C

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