Chapter Two
Anxious Restraint Siren always seemed anxious, but carried with her a little restraint; she also needed to be the leader of the pack; she wasn't overbearing, or a commanding bully, but with good leadership skills, ones that influenced those around her to follow her, and they did. In time past she was as strong as a bull, with hands like iron, a grip that could hold the jaws of any great snake shut. Further more, her life was a countless number of adventures, risks and freak accidents, repressions. She was by all means, different, not complete unless she was on the move, and such a life seemed to draw out the violence in the universe, it followed her. But like all living things, things I say, not demonic in nature, physical things, we cascade, our systems cannot last forever. And I sensed she was trying to tell me the dynamics of her present life that energy was leaving her. The lust for life she kept, but on the edge, no longer did she seem to be in the main circle of things. Yet she was restless as always when we talked. Chapter Three
Planet Cirumia When Siren had died, the transition, like always for Moirommalit's (swift and brief) she found herself on a new planet, this one called Cirumia. She found herself-lying in the deep bluish-green grass, somewhat dead looking with its gray like mist around everything, yet it was green, one could tell, when the sun came out during the day for its short lived life, then seeped back into its norm, of a pale like dawn: the sun flooded the planet during these two hours each day, wit its precious rays. The planets grotesque looking moon, called Orion, was nearly the only light on the planet at night, should the pale mist not disappear, and it seldom did; the mist was like a canopy, blocking most everything out. She laid naked, as was for each of her resurrections, and again she survived that unconscious flight through time and space, soul and all, spirit zooming through the cosmos to whom ever the universe beckoned"to take her, and here she vibrantly awoke, a new environment indeed, grateful she was to be alive, and on a planet that was inhabitable, lest she find one with no air, like earth's moon, and thus, having to die her last death, and not be resurrected. This was her last, her 100th, resurrection. She knew it, and she had to make the best of it, there would be no more. "On ever side of me were vast mounds, hills that stretched as far as the eye could see. The grass was short, not like on Planet SSARG; In the distance I saw frozen like waves of ice, peaks, it gave off a chill with the delivering wind, but I thought: why am I feeling this, I mean, I am from Moiromma, Planet of ice, my system adjusted to heat and ice well, especially the cold. But it was not this day. My first day on this new planet I would learn was called Cirumia." Alone "I didn't know who peopled this planet, not yet, anyhow: animals or perhaps some kind of human form. My imagination was on fire, there was air, thin as it was, but enough for me to dash about, walk along the river beds and where it came from I've yet to find out"determined I would sometime, somewhere along the line, during my stay here; let me explain, it came out of the atmosphere into the grooves cut into the planets surface"from where it picked it up, I don't know, picked up the fresh water, a phenomenon repeated wherever I say lakes and rivers and streams, different it was, as the wind carried its watery load, then dumping it as if the surface water was or had some kind of magnetic force to direct it, and when it passed over the river below sucked it into its mouth like ditches. The moon seemed to have something to do with it, it got close to the planet during such activity, gravity plays its own games out of necessity I would think, and so when the winds died down, the planet got sprinkled and the rivers less filled, and the mood backed off. "The quite got to me after several days; remembering envious days on earth. I, who had never, know much quiet was getting my fill, and in a way it didn't annoy me as much as I thought it might"it was just different and stirring. ""A heavy sound come form behind me. My first living sound of whatever inhabited this planet I'd guess. "At first glance, it looked like a real person, at second glance, it was a creature with three arms, eyes that were so far apart, it would see bin back of its self; it was covered with brown leather skin, knotted like muscles, a protruding large, very large jaw; a think nose, and small ears, it wore a loincloth. |
