Étiquette : storyinpicture

He sits by the water. Alone.
Back turned to the world.

He doesn’t want Gaïa anymore.
Not her mirror. Not anything.

He just wants to be left alone.

Then — something comes out.
From his arms. From his mind.

Threads. Long. White. Living.

He doesn’t understand.
He steps back. Pulls at them.
Tries to tear them away.

But they come back.
More. Longer.

His heart races.
Something is wrong.

He thinks he’s cursed.
He looks around. No one.

This is when he needs her. Now.
Not before.

He understands.

He pushed away the only one who knew.
The only one who had seen it coming.

And he drove her away.

— Sënka_

He leaves. Without looking back.

Certain she was the problem.

Everything she said, everything she showed —
he rejects it all.

He doesn’t want to hear her anymore.
He doesn’t want to see her.

Gaïa stays. Still. Silent.

She doesn’t call him back.

She did what she could.
She knows it.

Holding him would change nothing.

…He will come back.
She knows that too.

— Sënka_

Fryx handed the mirror back.
His gaze turned sharp. Dark.

His whole body trembled.
Spikes rising. Closing.

— Who do you think you are?!

— I don’t need your mirror.
I don’t need your help.

— You think this will fix anything?

— You’re wrong. Completely wrong.

Gaïa didn’t expect that.
She truly thought it would help.

But in that moment, she understood.

Showing someone what they’re not ready to see…
only makes them resist harder.

— Sënka_

— Fryx… are you sure you’re okay?

— Of course. Why are you asking?

— You’ve been… scattered lately. They say you’re sowing everywhere. You know the rules. The Murmins warned me.

— I love creating. That’s what I am. I don’t see the problem.

Gaïa didn’t want to scare him.
Just to show him. Gently.

So she reached out her hand.
In her palm — a drop. Perfect. Transparent.

A mirror.

Fryx looked.
Images began to form.

Then suddenly — he stopped.

And looked at Gaïa.

— Sënka_

Gaïa reached out her hand.

Fryx landed on it — like it was nothing.
Like it had always been this way.

They looked at each other.
The silence between them felt… known. Ancient.

— Hey. What’s happening to you?

Fryx smiled.

— Me? Nothing. Everything’s fine.

Gaïa felt it instantly.
Something was off.

Fryx didn’t want to feel it.

— Sënka_

Gaïa was watching spring return.

Everything followed its rhythm.
Everything was in place.

Then — something broke the balance.

A small creature. Noisy. Restless.
Everywhere at once.

Gaïa narrowed her eyes.

…Fryx?

He looked like he had eaten the wrong mushrooms.
Something wasn’t right.

He had just disturbed her calm.

Gaïa sighed. Slightly annoyed.
She had to go see.

— Sënka_