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[Griff]

username + number :: Griff 254592
kalon name :: Celeste
prompt :: Reserving this with the idea of being a connection between the waking world and the dreaming one...

[Danger! High Voltage]

username + number :: Danger! High Voltage 969503
kalon name :: Vegas
prompt :: marking with the concept of the connection that art brings to people.

[Cattail]

username + number :: cattail 1030374
kalon name :: Setareh (means "star" or "fate")
prompt :: when I seen this kalon and the prompt "connected " I immediately thought connected like a constellation so here is my entry

[FluffyBirdie]

username + number :: FluffyBirdie 750079
kalon name :: Beon
prompt :: Connection, ft. Khai and Meiri
[ 499 / 500 ]

The table was quiet. It was the most silent breakfast Beon has ever experienced. Conversation naturally emerged in his family, and he would always raise a new topic if there was a lull. But not today. He was still shocked from last night's events, and as he glanced around the room, he was not alone. There was one person he could not look at, however. If he did glance at Khai, he would storm out of the room again in silent fury. Even thinking about it now...Why him?

"I didn't expect to see Pyre soldiers at Jero." Meiri started, attempting to ease the tension. "Are these two countries familiar, father?"

"I'll take my leave. I don't have an appetite." Beon interrupted, leaving without waiting for a response. No doubt Meiri has made peace with the gods decision. But Beon thought their kingdom deserved better. Someone better than Khai. He arrived at the top of the watchtower, and looked at the city from above. The rest of the kingdom was likely chattier as everyone asked the same question: Why him? The prophecy, nay, the gods, had three sons to pick from, to select one who would end the war. But they picked a candle instead of two bonfires. Why was Khai--

"Beon."

"Yes?" Beon asked, recognizing Meiri's voice.

"It's about Khai."

"Of course. Everything's about Ka now. I think with his scholarly dedication, Ka has a good--"

"Its just us, Beon. You can speak more truthfully."

"The truth?" Beon spat, glaring at a roof tile, "Sure, I'll tell. This prophecy was spoken before I was born. So I thought I was the one, and I tried everything to be useful. I was blessed in speaking, and I sharped it. And then you were born. You were fighting battles and studying strategy. When this war started, the two of us were securing allies and reinforcing borders. But Ka only reads, and hasn't contributed anything to the war effort. Yet he was chosen to end the war? To take credit for our blood, sweat and tears? Why a recluse over an orator or a general? Why him?" He was nearly shouting at the end, and at some point he had pushed away from the window, staring at Meiri as if he had all the answers.

"I don't know why. But I trust Khai. Just because the gods chose him doesn't mean our efforts were ignored. We have different strengths, and we've used them to get the kingdom here. It's Khai's time to use his strengths and finish our work. ...I know how that bitter disappointment feels. But we're brothers. We don't just cut our connections to each other because of a prophecy, right?"

Beon said nothing. For the first time in his life, he had no words to say. Meiri made fair points, but...

"Right?" Meiri repeated more hesitantly.

"...I won't shun him. Someone needs to fix his mistakes."

"Beon--"

"We're still brothers, but not in the same way. Not anymore."

[Ucanthandleme]

username + number :: Ucanthandleme + 809102
kalon name :: Alvah
prompt ::
Alvah glanced at the glass in hand, its fragile exterior held wonderful colours, shades of blues and purple mottled together in perfect harmony. Light shone through the glass illuminating the walls with it’s patchwork pattern. Alvah held the glass closely until the light could not reach it and watched as shadows of grey crept up and the walls until they no longer held colour from before. Sneering he threw the glass to the floor letting it shatter under his foot. ‘Crunch’, he pressed his foot down onto the broken shards, smiling as he did so. ‘Crunch, crunch, crunch’, again and again his feet landed on the glass yet his face still held a smile.

Dancing, he was dancing on the shards now, his hair was wild and free, twisting to and fro with each movement. Perhaps in his head he heard a sound, a tune, a hymn, a wonderful rhythm that compelled him to dance on shards of glass. Soon his smile became wider, his movements becoming more vigorous with each step he took. Then laughter bubbled out his lip, one would find it hard to tell if he was laughing from happiness or sadness, perhaps he himself did not know. Yet he still kept dancing, his arms open wide while laughter bubbled from his lips. He could no longer feel pain, pain of the flesh.

Alvah looked down at his feet that danced on the broken glass. Why? Why could he not feel at all? No connection to the mortal world. He has to feel, feel the pain to know he's alive. So he kept dancing, his feet gliding along the shards back and forth. He smiled and laughed. Again and again he turned his hair slapping the sides of his face. With every turn his heart became colder and colder, his laughter became louder and louder until he himself did not know if he was laughing or screaming. Then he realized as tears fell down his cheek, he was crying. The dance had stopped. He gently wiped the tears from his cheeks but they kept falling like a stream.

Trickling down they stained his collar, salty and damp. He slumped down his hand clasping at the shards. No sting, no wound, nothing. His hand remained crystal clear so did his feet which had danced along them for the longest of time. Perhaps he still felt pain. He felt it in his heart like a fiery wound had been cut into his chest. He wished he felt the pain elsewhere, anywhere would be better than the pain he felt right now. The pain of the heart. Sneering he stood up, the tears dried on his cheeks, the glass around him now ground to dust. He smiled, this time more gentle but empty. Perhaps the pain in his heart was good. At least he knows he’s still alive. A small connection to the past even though it hurt.

(491/500)

[Dewy Feathers]

username + number :: Dewy Feathers 998285
kalon name :: Chirose
prompt ::
201/500
He’s been here for a few days and still won’t talk to me. Too bad for him, he’s missing out. He locked himself in his room, only eats in there. I can’t even remember what he looks like.

It’s been at least two weeks. He’s started talking, but only short phrases. Still not eating anything outside. I’m still trying to get my business done, he’s taking up too much of my time.

Third week, and he started talking. Wants more books or something. He’s not very aware or social, better for me. He just needs someone he can see I guess. I’m still spending too much time with him. All for the connection I guess.

We’re more friendly now. It’s about a month in and we can have conversations. He doesn’t think of me as a mother figure, which I’m really happy about. I despise kids, a fact I hope he will never figure out. He hasn’t explored at all and stays in his room, the main room, and the kitchen.

Apparently I’m like a sister to him. A month and a half and he thinks we have some sort of connection. This kid is gullible. He’s going to be useful.

[elf_of_the_hollow]

username + number :: elf_of_the_hollow / 352032
kalon name :: aphai
prompt :: [500/500]


you are alone.

you find yourself in a dark room. it's location is unclear, somewhere beyond the reaches of your own limited comprehension, but you know with certainty that it's far more secluded that anywhere within the confines of reality. the room itself is sparsely decorated, which only serves to make you feel even more isolated. a blaringly bright screen broadcasts unfamiliar symbols to you that blink erratically across it in incoherent patterns. you could never hope to understand them, but you don't need to. your mind, despite the intense fog you find shrouding it's every corner, is fixated on a single question

how long have I been here?

it's impossible to tell. it almost hurts to think it, to try and recall the last time you weren't in this room, staring at this screen. it's probably for the best that you can't. you're still not entirely sure if outside thoughts could have negative effects on the process. memories, especially, you're cautious about. you've theorized that it could have disastrous effects on recall, since the entire process happens subconsciously. if you remember and recite a single digit of code wrong, it's an inconvenience at best. you can't imagine what would happen if one was altered with your own memories.

a message pops up, graciously interrupting your train of thought before it becomes completely derailed. it's brief, and anonymous. they usually are.



[ got a code for haven? ]

your fingers brush over the keyboard, swiftly punching in each character without thought.



[ HKX314VTR67VSE4534VS ]

you're always astounded by how easy recall actually is. it shouldn't really that be surprising, knowing how little you yourself have to do with the process, but you're still awed by it. you were always bad at remembering things. it's almost nice to be able to recite something so complex with such clarity, even though you're aware it's not really you doing it.

things go quiet again for a moment, the brief interaction only really serving to make you feel more lonely as you continue to watch symbols tick by. each time the screen blinks to a new set, you hear a small click. you've been tuning it out for so long, but it seems you're finally aware of it again, the sound of the message reawakening that particular sense.

a few more moments pass by just listening to the clicking, before another message distracts you. you get ready to feed another code as you open it, but your hands stop halfway and simply hover over the keyboard as you read it.



[ hey, I'm curious. do you like what you do? ]

your mind whirs to a halt, waves of fog clearing only to be clouded over again. you find it difficult to summon a response. you don't think you've ever had to before.

eventually, the answer comes.



[ not really. ]

a few more seconds tick by. you receive another message.



[ huh, that's too bad. ]

the next message comes before you can read the first.



[ could you tell me what it's like? ]

[Furrydogs12]

username + number :: Furrydogs12 992378
kalon name :: Polaris
prompt ::
Looking upwards towards the end,
The rays begin to bend
Snapping of the string,
What terrors it may bring

Lost touches, forgotten moments,
Lost ordonnance,
The link breaks,
Unfixable mistakes

Snap of the line of control,
The ball is let to roll
Dominos tip,
And the world rips

Pain explode in the mind,
The world is no longer kind
The string that is held snaps,
In this endless series of laps

Crack of lightning,
The scene is frightening
The world is thrown off course,
No knowing its source

Tugging at the strings,
Who knows what it may bring
Harsh cuts of the future,
The volcano will rupture

The connections snap apart,
The breaking of a heart

[nermal1999]

username + number :: nermal1999 (214589)
kalon name :: Cosmos
prompt ::

_________________________________________________________

A sweet, sugary warmth that's tightly wrapped around and tied to your pinky
Radiant color of love, a long strongly woven string that stretchs far beyond the horizon. The red string of fate.
_________________________♡__________________________

At first I couldn't believe it when it first appeared, I'd wake several times in the night just to check. Surely it was just a dream, surely this wasn't real! I could only stare aimlessly at my own hand and run my fingers gently over the small red thread that was wrapped around my pinky, though I couldn't help but question it time and time again, it "was" real. This thread was in fact the red string of fate.

The red string of fate, is an old myth that is said to bring two souls who are meant to be together through a special connection of love. A connection that can surpass through time and space.

At first I thought that that tale was just some sort of myth made for couples, just something you wished could be real but never was. But after that day when it first appeared around my finger and led me to my dear sweet Madeline I truly believed wholeheartedly that it was true. That she was mine, mine to love and hold forever, and as much as she was mine I was hers, and this connection was ours.

I believed in this connection, this fate that brought us together... I thought it would last forever like the legend said.... But the thing about forever and time, is that time can change how forever will go.

And I slowly watch as my love slipped from my grasp and fell into the arms of another. I felt my heart rip into two as I watched her face light up with such warmth and joy, a look that I had never seen cross her face when she was in my company. And the way she laughed and clung on to his arm made my stomach drop... This feeling... This feeling was wrong... She was supposed to be mine... Wasn't she? We were supposed to share a connection.... A connection that was ours to hold... A connection of love... A love that I thought was true... But if she loved him in the way that it seemed, and if she was truly happier with him rather then she was with me. If this string that connected us was like a ball and chain to her. Who was I to stand in her way? So without hesitant and a broken heart, I grabbed the nearest sharpest thing I could and snapped our thread in two, breaking a connection that I had once believed in.
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A bitter stinging pain, that's tightly wrapped around and tied to your pinky, colors that was once vibrant now gone. An unraveling thread, the remains of what was once a red string of love, now a permanent reminder that not even a connection brought together by fate can outstand eternity.
_________________________♡__________________________

[498/500]