Gharb, still quietly snoring, turned on his back and opened eyes, letting his senses to feel the Vale once again. Stranglethorn was one of those lands that have a 'taste' and Gharb needed it as if it were food or rum.
What a strange sleep...
He listened to the echoes of the siren's laughter, sighed and blindly found a flask of rum in his pocket. Without paying attention, still unawake of the dream, he opened the flask and drunk all the liquid.
What does she wants?.. she is fighting with me in Silithus, she greets me in Orgrimmar, she smiles and grins like a beast... but she's always busy...
Nah, Gharb... stop being selfish idiot. Heresy has a family and her own... laws.
He felt hollow inside... with a frown he shook his head and drunk more rum. It didn't help.
She is a part of me... when it's away... do I wither?
Gharb turned his head and shifted eyes, watching the flaming, wild sun going beyond the horizon, making his glowing eyes red as if they were bleeding. He felt old and tired for a second.
How does it feel? Let's be honest...
No. That is just life, accept it. Incomplete, unfair... spoiled with my own ambitions. Pain could accompany your song, no matter how beautiful it is - and it doesn't make your tale worse. And the end is always the same. Why can't it happen to me? Because I don't believe in it?
Okay, fine, I'm a fool. Then what do I believe in?
Sun light faded turning the world into black and white, contrast picture. Black land, shadows, white ocean and stars on the sky making life so much simplier, easier to understand. Black and white feelings, sharped by the night as if they belung to a predator, roaming the jungle, feeling it with his perfect senses and feeding on a victims flesh. Feelings that were as sharp as musical instrument strings - you can play on them, control, but the music drives your mind, posessed by the melody.
Black body, white soul. Black flask, white rum. Black hat, white skull...
It's so old... worn out...
Gharb put the hat on his chest and crossed hands on his nape.
Black sky, white stars... they can be a smile... they can be a tears. They tell so much... they sometimes bring joy, sometimes sadness. Spirits of the world, silent, reflecting your own soul like a perfect mirror, best companion. Neither demanding nor pushing. Just like love.
They are here with me every night... Filling the soul with that white essense of life. Bringing enough strength to cry... if I could.
...
...
Gotta send her more squids. She likes them.
Why don't people notice those stars?
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