➽ 𝐼𝓉 π’Ύπ“ˆ 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 β˜† AI

“Mother, it is time.”

A gentle voice woke you up, followed by a small metal hush of your curtains opening, yet no light flowing in. Much like the mornings before, your world had changed drastically upon the metal giant stepping into power – and even though it was your responsibility to lift up the sun each morning and drag it down in the evening, their attempt to control you by cutting your wings had made it tedious, and now the most comfortable and safe place for you was that soft corner of your bed that no one could see from the rest of your apartment.
It was a big change from a castle.

“Dear, what colour was the sky?” You hummed, blinking a few times as the dust fell down before your eyes. You hadn’t cleaned in a while either – what was the point anyway – with factories surrounding you.

“Blue, mother.” Such sadness in their voice, their shadow sunk back into your walls along with them, and with the silence falling back upon you, the fairies songs were now just cries for your help.

Do you remember
the sky falls
if you don't 
remember
you have to
the wildflowers have turned grey
the birds no longer sing
water has become poison
you must remember
your memory
key to recovery

- Ailith 3/6/2019

The small piece above is called “Remember” and it is inspired by the sadness of our world – forgetting what enables our lives – the nature. The thoughts came to my head when I redecorated our family parcel on Second Life, and the scenery changed from a nature surrounded cabin to two modern houses with very little nature anymore. It sort of saddened me, although pictures below – I do love the new houses.