Goddess of the woods
It is not the trees or the space between them that makes a forest a forest
for the forest is what lives beneath the earth
It’s roots like veins pumping magic
you’ll hear whispers of the ancient trees speaking in tongues long forgotten
feel the whipping wind about your ankles and the branch that scratches against your cheek
it is the feeling that you are home yet some how still in danger
and it is that fear when you find yourself in the woods alone and see me lurking between the trees
two eyes of autumn gold and grinning
for you are a trespasser both welcome and the enemy
Carrot Cake
Marie Jacobs, known as Rhee to her friends, sat at a table At Tickled Drinks her local bar watching the festivities unfold around her to loud and obscure music. She is a lovely woman in her mid-thirties with large brown eyes and a long teal braid that ends in the center of her back. She wore a plain white t-shirt over a pair of dark jeans. The song switched decent metal to some annoying pop song heavily ridden with bass. She never quite understood why people wanted that much bass in any song. Men and women laughed and consorted, many out for drinks with friends while others prowled for late-night hookups. One man sat at the table next to her had been for the better part of an hour to get her to follow him to the bathroom for a little in-stall lovin'. Normally she would be here with April, a young goddess who liked wandering the city in the guise of an anthropomorphic rabbit, but Felix had said that he wanted to speak to her alone.
Rhee glanced at her watch and sighed, he was late. It wasn't like Felix to run behind when he called for a meeting. Her eyes skimmed the bar looking for any sign of the man.
"I guess you'd like to know why I called you here, " Felix's voice asked behind her as one song transitioned to the next.
He watched as Rhee turned and smiled at him, her face changing to a worried, thoughtful look as she tried to get a reading on her handler's face. She could tell something was on his mind when he had asked her to meet, but seeing him there, sad-eyed and disheveled. Normally the man before her wore well-fitting, James Bond type suits. It broke her heart to see him in such a manner.
"More curious about why you asked me to leave April at home. You know she hates it when she's not privy to a case." Rhee smiled softly watching as the man took the seat next to her. It took her about that amount of time to figure out what her handler was going to say, "You're leaving aren't you?"
"Yes, and it's not April, darlin', nor you for that matter, " Felix said quietly his brogue becoming thicker as he saw the look of worry on Rhee's face, it always got heavier the more worried or scared he was. "My family needs me. I know I made that deal with April but Emmy and Miranda need me. I know I have one more year of service left but I need out. Emmy needs me more now than ever. Please talk to April for me, see if she'd be willing to let me out of our contract."
"I might be able to convince her."
"Convince me of what?"A brown rabbit leaped onto the table. She was about the size of a small dog and covered in light brown fur, the only thing distinguishing her from other rabbits was her silver eyes. She repeated her question, stormed across the table and grabbed hold of Felix's collar. "What are you hiding Booty-call? Tell me, old man!"
"My girls need me, April." He grabbed her paws and flung sending her crashing to the floor. The party raged on about them, not a soul came to the defense of the little brown rabbit, most had seen the furry creature's bad side and knew better than to get involved. "Katie's back in town and wants Emmy, okay. I can't lose my daughter again."
"Wait, Katie, the bitch who tried to turn me into mutton chops is in town? Why didn't you say so? I owe that bitch a come to goddess moment." April's eyes began to glow and anyone nearby watching saw the small brown rabbit grow to the size of a small child. Dashing towards the door, "what are you waiting for, let's go get the bitch."
Moving quickly Rhee got up from her chair and scooped up the now child-sized rabbit. She motioned for the disheveled man to follow them. "We are not going after Katie tonight or any night. Felix is the only one who can help his family. I know what she did pissed you off but you need to get over it. If Felix needs us we'll be there but he needs to do this on his own. You are going to let him out of his contract. I don't care how you do it but you are going to do it. Understand? If I hear one but out of you I'll build you a hutch in the back yard and keep you there for a year."
"Fine I'll turn into a cute little girl and you will go to jail." April countered, figuring her companion would back down the way she usually did. "Felix is still mine for the next year. We help him takedown Katie and we celebrate the way we always do with copious amounts of booze and carrot cake. Everybody wins."
"He's done his job for the last four years. Which is longer than I expected him to. He's come through time and again with jobs. Never asked for time off, and no honeymoons don't count. There before you ask." Rhee said trying to keep hold of the now wriggling rabbit. "Would you please let Felix out of his contract?"
"Not for another year, " trying to get free from Rhee.
"Do it or no carrot cake for a year."
"Ugh, fine, I'll let him out of it but I'm doing it my way." April sighed as she was carried out of the bar and into the evening air.
Not a minute later Felix, Rhee's jacket in hand, stepped out the door. He draped the old bomber jacket around her shoulders, "shall we continue this conversation at your place, ladies?"
As they walked through the door April jumped out of Rhee's arms and dropped onto the sofa feet first. It was a tiny house, and even with the two bedrooms, it was still just big enough for two as long as one of the tenets was small and furry. There was no living room or kitchen, just a broad space divided into two by several bookcases. Rhee had bought the place bent on flipping and selling it to bring in extra money when her caseload thinned but that had been several years ago and by now he and April were pretty well settled in. In her free time, she had time remodel the bedrooms and most of the bathroom, all she really has left there was changing out the old tub for a new one.
"Why don't you two finish your discussion while I make some coffee, " Rhee said hanging up her jacket and brushing rabbit fuzz from her shirt. "When you're done we are going to have a chat about spying on private conversations, April. "
"I wasn't spying, I was looking through your pockets for your wallet. I was going to order dinner. You complain when I don't help with the housework."
"Later, young lady." Heading off to the kitchen.
"Now, I know you want out of your contract Felix and that's fine. Most would have come to me and begged for their freedom but you know my weakness and she knows how to motivate me." Sitting on the sofa and trying to look intimidating.
"Denied your carrot cake?" Felix grinned, "I'm guessing for longer than you could handle."
"Coffee's ready, anybody want anything before I leave the kitchen?" Rhee called from the other side of the bookcase where she had been listening and wondering what April was going to ask for in return.
"A couple of slices of carrot cake and whatever Felix wants. You're ruining my flow. This is one of the few times I can get my way."
"No carrot cake until he's free. "
If either had been paying attention they would have seen Felix smiling for the first time since he found out his ex was back in town. He loved listening to them argue and a part of him was going to miss it.
Returning her attention to the man in front of her, "now as I was trying to say I am willing to let you free of your commitment on one condition. You need to find a replacement. I'm sure you have gotten to know the local detectives in town. I'm certain that one of them could use a reasonably priced consultant with special abilities such as Rhee. All we need is a name."
#Goddess, #Carrot Cake, #Rabbit
Roman Winter Festivals: The December Festival Dedicated to The Goddess Bona Dea
Goddess Bona Dea represented women's liberation. Love Kristi V #goddess #Roman #wintercelebrations #festival #BonaDea #women #liberation #Yule #midwintersolstice
icarus flew.
what is a beautiful mortal tragedy?
Aphrodite giggles, playing with her hair that has oceans tucked away and stars tangled in her curls, “When one falls in love with himself. Let him stare at his reflection, admiring the beauty, wondering why he can never kiss his love. Never leaving his place to go eat, drink, talk, until he wastes away. When he realises it is himself he is in love with, he will kill himself, and blossoms will grow where his blood stains. ”
what is a beautiful mortal tragedy?
Hera speaks in her stately manner, head bowed. “You rob the mortal of her voice. She becomes the shadow behind, echoing her love’s voice over and over again. Yet because she is a shadow, nobody can see her and so she is left to fade away, until only her voice is left, repeating ‘I love you’ over and over, her gentle words growing quieter and quieter but never gone.”
what is a beautiful mortal tragedy?
Zeus confidently answers, scratching his beard that has storms hidden within, “Grant him immortality, as he has fallen in love with a goddess. Yet his lover forgets to grant her mortal love eternal youth. As she stays forever young, he withers away, yet he cannot die. His wife leaves him for young love, and yet he stays on earth, bathed in his sorrows. The gods cannot grant him back his mortality, so he sings his song of regret, remembering who he used to be, and his voice carries, singing on, and on, and on. And he grows older, and older and older.”
what is a beautiful mortal tragedy?
Hades exhales, his deep voice lowered, leaving chills, “When a mortal loses the love of his life. When he is offered by the god of death himself his lover, yet as they ascend to earth from the underworld, he becomes doubtful and looks back, and his love disappears forever, back into the clutches of death. For nobody can escape death. Even if death tells them they can. There is one life, and one death. And what happened to the mortal? He sang of his loss, making everyone and everything in his path cry from the beautiful sadness of his song, until one day he was ripped apart by a tribe of women. His scattered limbs were found by the goddesses of the arts and his lyre was hung among the stars. ”
what is a beautiful mortal tragedy?
Apollo closes his eyes, running his fingers through his golden locks. “Have him fall in love with a god. Let him soar in his fantasies, and kiss him awake. That kiss will ignite his feathers, honeyed wax burning scars into his skin. And he will laugh at his foolish love as he plummets into the dark depths of the ocean, his broken wings of dreams drowning along with him.”
what is a beautiful mortal tragedy?
Man sighs. He looks up at the sky, at Apollo’s shining glory, the god of the sun, who looks down upon the death of a winged boy who naively thought he could be with the sun. “People love to dwell on tragedies. Gods, mortals, they all love wings that burn and boys who fall. We often think of how Icarus fell, but we never realise that Icarus flew. There is nothing tragic about knowing that you grazed the bottom of Apollo’s golden chariot and Poseidon’s deepest pearls of sands.
the greatest tragedy is not that we die, it is that we forget to live.”
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Terra’s Revenge
Specks of dirt stuck sprayed my face, getting caught in the slick sweat from the hot sun. I stabbed my shovel into the hardened soil until I reached the soft layers just beneath. Next to me lays the last of the plants I have yet to put into the ground. Carefully, once I’ve dug the final hole, I grasp the plant and set it’s tangled clump of roots in, sweeping the excess dirt back in the spot until it was firmly packed down.
Exhaustion overwhelmed me and my back hit the ground behind me. I smiled softly at the blue sky filled with swirling, white clouds before my eyes closed to block out the still shining light from the sun. Grass tickled the back of my neck, holding my head like a softly woven, slightly scratchy pillow.
It was then, that moment of peace that held my heavily breathing body, that I heard Her.
Find me. She murmured softly in my mind, so soft in fact that at first I thought she hadn’t spoken at all. But then her voice grew louder.
I am here. Tiny thumps pounded in my chest to her echoing words and yet there was no fear. She didn’t ask me not to be afraid, she didn’t need to. Her words washed through my head in rippling waves of calm. Hear me, child unlike the many who’ve ignored my pleas. Find me.
My eyes fluttered open. “Why?” I whispered to myself, riddled with confusion. “How can I find you?”
No response came but like a puppet on a string, I found myself slowly sitting up and pulling the gloves off my hands. I was on my knees again, something pulling me towards the softly turned layers of Earth before me. Still, even in the calm, hesitance held back my hand. Even louder now, her voice was filled with insistence in her repetition. Find me!
So outwards I stretched my hand, trembling slightly. Dirt rolled between my fingers as I pressed my hand into the ground. I closed my eyes and reached out to the Earth. She reached back as I stretched further to reach her. Her words had faded dully, leaving the pounding anticipation of the search behind in the silence.
A shiver shook my spine when I found her and she latched onto me desperately. Her voice no longer calm but rather a despairing scream of pain. Barely scratching the surface, I felt her heartbreak, the pain of giving all you have for nothing in return but even more so I felt her burning anger, thirsting for revenge. But slowly, beginning right at the tips of my fingers as she asked permission to enter, I let her anguish seep into my veins.
At first it all but froze my blood, the horror of her howling agony as it traced its way up my arms and legs. Baby blue vines filled with shards of ice snaked through my body, made me gasp as I stared in awe at my glowing hands. Through the vividly bright snakes that crawled up my skin, I saw the oceans. Waters teeming with oil, the carcases of animals that couldn’t escape the waste. Dying reefs and once blue waters stained with blood swam in my veins all the while I felt torment of each and every one. Even worse was Her chilling despair as she suffered their sufferings while she could do nothing. Nothing, but sit by and hope their pain would end.
But that spreading chill soon turned to searing fire that enveloped my soul and my vision burned. Brimming tears spilled down my cheeks from the blistering pain that glowed like lava. All that came before seemed immeasurable against this deep set fury, this white hot ire fueled by outrage that had been messily stitched together over thousands of years. It was the crying of every tree chopped to the ground, the tears of melting glaciers and the hacking coughs of every living thing choked by ash and fire in the smoldering rainforests that had surely begun to disappear.
Just as it became nearly unbearable to feel even a second more, the fire faded to empty. Nothing entered my blood, for a second I believed it had stopped. Until I heard her voice again in the tenebrous void that followed.
Avenge me… She whispered, words echoing inside my head. Such simple words and yet they weren’t even needed. Her eons of torture had dimmed and yet I still felt an ardent wrath deep in my bones. This however was my own.
Before the darkness behind my closed eyes, she appeared in sloping hills of my mind and Mother Earth gave a somber, tired smile dotted with flowers. Her mouth never opened and yet her voice echoed all around in rumbling hills, the rushing streams and the rustling winds that tickled the trees. Take my anger, my child. Take my sorrows and my strength. Avenge me…
Part of me desperately sought to ask why. Why me? Why now? What could I possibly do? But no such words fell from my lips. Instead, I felt my head fall and rise and her swirling form disappeared behind my eyes. My eyes snapped open and an audible gasp escaped me as I felt the cold again. Cool black streams crossed my arms in spiderwebs, embedding themselves in the very essence of my soul. This wasn’t the tears of her anguish or her rage fueled fires. The raw powers of the Earth held only one emotion. A single desire.
Her commanding words repeated over and over in my head. The silky rivulets of ink found home in the pooling, empty voids of my irises. She called for human blood. She screamed her pained dissent. A tiny, wrath filled grin crept it’s way onto my lips. Together, the ground beneath us shook and our shrieking power called for revenge.
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Goddess Reincarnate
New Age Goddess of Love
Beautiful is Her name
Conceived by Angels Above
Directed by Cupid’s aim
She is the bird’s Morning song
Gentle as the flutter of a hummingbird
Sweet as the day is long
Her gentle voice still never goes unheard
Tip of the butterflies wing
Spirit so innocent and free
Flowers bloom in the midst of spring
Haunting siren of the sea
She is the kiss of sunshine on my face
Bitter honeysuckle awakens childhood dreams
Leaves of Autumn fall with grace
While whispering serenity of nature’s debris
She is my North Star
Always there to guide me home
The distance of travel, no matter how far
She stays near to my heart, I could never be alone
She is the glow of the moon
The rustling whisper of the wind
Ancestor of King Neptune
Her classic stature ascends
Her ancient harmony, a sacred prayer
Fluent to every being
Her presence glides through the air
And visits me while dreaming....
“The Gift of Sound and Music”
(Written in 2014)
To tell you how sound and music was given to mankind, I must first tell you how humanity began...
Long ago, when the planet was first created and after the sky, land and sea had been separated; the gods and goddesses of the world wanted something more. "How about a day and night?" One god suggested. "How about living creatures?" Asked another. Both ideas were thought over and used, thus creating a day and night cycle and creatures of every size, shape and color to roam the planet-whether it was in the sky, on the land or swimming in the sea. The task took a total of six days and once completed, the gods and goddesses looked down at their work and were very pleased with themselves. Later that night, they all had a feast of ambrosia (drink of the gods) and food prepared from the best resources they could find.
After a while, the gods and goddesses grew weary and later, they retired to their respective homes: some north of the planet, where the wind was cold as ice; some went south to the warm and more dry areas such as a desert could be found; while others traveled west to be the first to see the sun rise and those that traveled east would enjoy the sun for a longer period of time before it too, would cycle back to the west then east again. In the end, only one god and one goddess remained. The god, a man with graying hair and wrinkles; the goddess, a woman with burgundy curls and a youthful appearance. Both didn't have names, but later on, they would be given names by the mortals that would be created....
The god tired after using some of his power to help bring about night and day, plus the creatures; bade his wife good-night and went to sleep upon some cirrus clouds. The wife, however, wasn't tired at all and while her husband slept, she became saddened. The goddess thought of how all the other gods and goddesses had contributed to the newly formed planet and how she didn't. It wasn't that she couldn't, but the goddess wanted something else, something besides a day and night cycle and a whole bunch of animals. She wanted something that was more like her...
After hours of thinking, the goddess came up with an idea. What if I make children from the soil of the planet? She thought, before checking to make sure her husband was asleep and then descending to the planet beneath her home. The goddess's feet first touched the soft ground and she jumped with excitement. Maybe I'll also name this planet as well....hmm...how about Earth? She thought, before bending over the ground and with her hands scooped out soil and mud. Thinking of her husband, the goddess first formed a man: he was muscular and tall. Then thinking of herself, she created a woman: she ended up being lean and short. Pleased with herself, the goddess began working on the "insides" of her creations.
As the goddess worked, hours had passed and the husband-who was in a deep sleep-woke up to find that his wife wasn't beside him. Worried, he searched the north, south, east and western domains of the gods and goddesses, but his wife was nowhere to be found. Once after returning home, the god sat on a cloud and tried to figure out where his wife was. It wasn't until daybreak though, when it literally dawned on him. His wife was on the newly formed planet. Curious to see what she was up to, the god descended as well.
After traveling miles upon miles, the god finally found his wife. She was making something from the ground of the planet. Striding up to her, the god says, "What are you doing dear wife?" "I am making a man and woman." She exclaimed. "A man and woman? Why would you make those?" He asks in response. "Because I can't have children, but by using this earth, I can create children in my image." His wife replied. The god became angry. He knew his wife couldn't bear him any children and whenever she brought up the word "children" it made him hurt on the inside. "Dear, we don't need any children. I've already given us day and night, not to mention the animals. Why not have a pet instead of a child?" "Because dear husband, they are not the same." She said, still molding and re-shaping something that looked like a heart. After some more pieces of earth were placed inside the "man" and "woman", the goddess then leaned over and kissed both of her children on the lips-breathing life into them. At first, the god didn't know what his wife was doing, but as soon as the "man" and "woman" started moving, the god glared at his wife. "YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO CREATE BEINGS LIKE US!!!" He shouted, causing the mountains and the ground to shake. "THEY CAN NEVER BE GODS LIKE US!!!" Angry, he grabbed his wife before she could finish her work. "No-o-o, I have to give them hearing and a vo-i--." But she was cut off as the god took his wife back to their home. There, he then put barriers around their domain. "NO MORE INVENTIONS FROM YOU!!!" He shouted, before storming off to another cirrus cloud to cool down. The goddess cried and cursed her husband, but at least she was able to keep an eye on her children and that alone made her happy...
Now that you know how mankind was created, without the ability to hear or speak, I will now tell you the story of sound and music.
Mankind suffered. How would they communicate with themselves and how would they survive against nature? How would they know if danger was lurking in the shadows? For many years, the embodiments of earth suffered...then one day, looking on from the heavens in the west, was a young god. One who loved to sing and dance, but he had a problem: he couldn't visit the earth without attracting the other gods' and goddesses' attention. His intentions were to help mankind hear and speak songs to and of the gods, but he already knew that the gods didn't want anything to do with mankind. Of course, the young god heard about how mankind was created and knew that the goddess who created them was still in her prison. The young god also knew that she desperately wanted to finish her work, but knew she couldn't. How did he know this you ask? Well, it's simple really. The young god would visit her every night, while her husband slept, and come up with ideas on how to help her children. They were like a mother and son.
Anyways, the young god devised a plan. On the following day, he set to work on something that would produce music and urge one to dance. Two days and one night passed before the god finished his masterpiece. In the palm of his hand laid a small wooden box, made of cherry wood, with a lid. Upon opening the lid, the box would emit an enticing melody that would surely cause a "man" or "woman" to listen, sing and dance. The box was also intricately carved with the gold of gods and depicted a scene of the young god himself meeting with the creator goddess. Pleased with himself, the young god then whistled a short, merry tune and suddenly a bird as black as night appeared.
Urging the bird closer, the god then tied the box to the bird's leg-using a piece of his thick, gold hair-before shooing it away. Both excited and nervous, the young god watched the bird fly away towards the horizon...
Shifting from the bird, there was a man-a farmer-who was now hunting in the woods to support himself and his daughter. He often wondered if he would catch anything: a rabbit, maybe a doe or even a squirrel; but for some reason, he couldn't catch anything. Oh gods! Have I done something wrong that you would oppose me? Have I not always been your faithful servant? The man would think as he trudged through the forest, checking traps in the bushes and nets in the river. What the man didn't know was that the young god, who watched from the heavens, had actually sung all the animals from their natural homes to spend a day in the god's garden of paradise. All except the bird with the music box.
So while all the other animals were enjoying themselves on the flowers, bushes and grass found in the garden of paradise, the bird flew through the silent forest. Now the man couldn't hear anything, but he could see with his eyes and for just an instant, he saw a black tip of a wing in the early morning sky. Aha! Thought the man, stringing an arrow into his bow and raising it. He waited and waited, so when the bird finally reappeared, the man shot the bird down and quickly went to retrieve it. Upon finding, the farmer noticed that the bird was carrying something that looked like a block of wood. Picking it up, along with the bird, the man returned home to his daughter.
To make a long story short, the daughter was overjoyed to see her father safe and was even more surprised when her father revealed the strange-looking piece of wood. Happy, the girl took the block of wood and noticed that it was very detailed and it also looked like it had a lid on it. Curious, the girl lifted the lid back and suddenly heard a beautiful melody coming out of it. "Father! Isn't it beautiful?" She said aloud, suddenly putting her hand over her mouth. "Father? Can you hear and speak as well?" The girl asked, wondering if the box's magic happened only to her. "I-I-think so..." Her father replied, "but how?" "It must be the music coming from this box! It must be a gift from the gods!" His daughter exclaimed, now jumping and dancing with joy, just as the young god had predicted it would. As afternoon then evening came, both the girl and her father celebrated the miraculous gift of sound and music.
Eventually as the years passed, things started getting worse for the farmer and his daughter because they shared the young god's gift with others. Many wanted the box for themselves and tried to steal the godly gift, while many wanted to just rid the farmer and his daughter because they thought sound and music were omens of evil. Luckily, the young god protected the farmer and the daughter as they continued to share his gift...
After five years, and many travels, the farmer was exhausted and old while the girl was just entering into womanhood. Once a girl, she was now kind, caring and lovely and her father, once a middle-aged man; was now old and wrinkled. "Oh Lyra, why don't you marry and have children? You don't need an old codger like me anymore...I'm old now and I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving you without anyone to support you. What kind of father would I be if I continued having you by my side and all to myself?" Saying this last part with a wrinkled smile. Lyra smiled in return. "You would be the most wonderful father in the world." Hugging him, she then made his bed and helped him over to it. "Good-night father, and may the god's watch over you." She said, kissing his cheek and pulling the covers up, over his body. Lyra then went to sleep herself.
Later that night, the farmer left the mortal world to join the gods and his ancestors; leaving Lyra all alone. In the morning, Lyra found her father cold as ice and with help from her friends and relatives; they burned her father's body and said words of farewell and good-luck. After the funeral, Lyra cried. She cried for many days and after the third week of mourning, she wept no more and began moving on with her life. Wanting to follow her father's last wishes, Lyra traveled in the pursuit of finding a husband. She found many men her age who wanted a lovely wife, but when they found out that Lyra was poor, they turned her away and never spoke with her again. Majority only wanted a wealthy and submissive wife-none of which Lyra was-so she returned home disappointed.
There, she dug through her old belongings and found the small wooden box her father had given her. Spilling some more tears, Lyra held the box in her hands and prayed: "Oh gods and goddesses please hear my prayer. Help me find a husband who would love and support me. Someone who can share and express my love of music and song..."Lyra cuts off her prayer and sighs. Who would ever grant a prayer such as the likes of mine? She thought before hearing a "pop" that caught her off-guard. Looking from her folded hands and her lap, Lyra searched the room and jumped. There standing by her bed was a handsome man with hair as gold as the sun. Out of shock, Lyra accidentally dropped the wooden box. Realizing what was happening, she bent over to catch the box, "Oh no..."...
Suddenly the box floated in mid-air before landing into the man's open palm. With wide eyes, Lyra stared at him. "Who are you?" She asked. "I am the god of sound and music, I am given many names from your kind, but you may call me anything you like." He replied, his voice deep and caressing like the sound of an ocean's waves, and smiling as well. "I see you have taken good care of my gift; it even tells me that you have gone on many travels to share its music." Lyra just nodded. "I also heard your prayer...." The man began saying and turned to look more closely at Lyra's face. "I, myself, have found you worthy of being my bride. Will you accept to be my wife and help me start the world anew with sound and music? Connecting all living and non-living things?" He asked, taking pleasure in watching Lyra's face turn a deep-red. Slowly, he walked over to her and took her hand. "Will you be my muse? My subject for every song and poem I'll create?" Shyly, Lyra agreed to be the god's wife, for he was the one who watched from the heavens, and together they went to his home in the heavens of the west. There, he gave Lyra the "elixir of life" and she became an immortal. Together, as promised, they and the other gods/goddesses of the world, cleansed of world of silence; along with profanity and sin for some humans were using speech for foul deeds, and created the planet anew. This time, with Lyra and the music box, the planet was reborn with sound and music as a connection to all living and non-living things.
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