the field is gold. the field is gold in the way that gold from memory or from a painting is gold - it's a ravishing colour beneath a sky so cornflower blue that kaveh could only have conjured it from the days he imagined what the sky above fontaine must've looked the day his mother stepped foot upon its shores. the colour is overwhelming. kaveh is overwhelmed. a thousand-thousand years, and kaveh has eyes again to see it. in that golden field, kaveh lifts a hand. he covers his eyes with the back of his hand. kaveh begins to cry.
around him, a hundred rose bushes begin, simultaneously, to bloom. the oversaturated red is a color from another galaxy. kaveh is dyed in it, the colour of it, the scent of it. the rose grow form his skin. they bloom along his hands. he is overwhelmed. he says, with a voice stripped raw: ]
closed. @ghost, event PART TWO, THE LITTLE PRINCENING
the field is gold. the field is gold in the way that gold from memory or from a painting is gold - it's a ravishing colour beneath a sky so cornflower blue that kaveh could only have conjured it from the days he imagined what the sky above fontaine must've looked the day his mother stepped foot upon its shores. the colour is overwhelming. kaveh is overwhelmed. a thousand-thousand years, and kaveh has eyes again to see it. in that golden field, kaveh lifts a hand. he covers his eyes with the back of his hand. kaveh begins to cry.
around him, a hundred rose bushes begin, simultaneously, to bloom. the oversaturated red is a color from another galaxy. kaveh is dyed in it, the colour of it, the scent of it. the rose grow form his skin. they bloom along his hands. he is overwhelmed. he says, with a voice stripped raw: ]
Look. You saved all of us after all.