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Nova: Children of Gods - Chapter 02Chapter 02Nova: Children of Gods - Chapter 02 by suyuku-san
Levi had just reached his home, a small two story house with a small front and backyard further away from the large bustling district of the lower city. The sun had just begun to set casting a deep orange yet he simply remained where he stood, staring at the door to his home.
Tulla looked at him with slight confusion. “What’s the matter Mr. Levi?”
“It’s been three weeks…” he said after a moment.
“Three weeks since we’ve been back home.”
She titled her head slightly. “And?” when he said nothing she realized what he meant by those words. “Oh… right, I forgot. Your whole cleanliness thing…”
He gave her a sideways glance. “And that’s a problem with you?”
Tulla quickly shook her head as she waved her hands in front of herself. “Nothing! Nothing, I didn’t mean anything by that it was just a vocal observation. I mean your right it has been
Keep Quite HereKeep quite here. I’m speechless thread. Move behind the quilt’s or pin the stars to the wall, & collect your silent sounds like spring flowers, still as life’s pleasure. The shade, gleaming ruin to the marble stone’s gathered to the chattering brick’s of the moving cities, shards of luminescent electrical light’s, birthing the night through the archways & glass pane’s of the sheltered magnificence of the city.Keep Quite Here by BootShopStory
Rich in shade, still as a well kept secret, the mild & dreaming seem to admire the light that dreams with the season’s as I rest in bathed frosts, & the places where light drain’s into the dearth of the midnight shadow’s that swoon over the land in the thickest blankets of night, or the richest quiet places that resound themselves deeply in eternal passages that cats or birds or wandering ghosts might greet natures own territorial seeds of the blackness, sanctuary from the eyes light.
Welcomed here, still bound & flight.