Chapter 132: Heaven's Hung in Silver

Chapter 132: Heaven's Hung in Silver

Chapter 132

Heavens Hung in Silver

The town, city, settlement, whatever it used to be, circled the lake in a crescent, sticking mostly to the flatland, with only a few shoddy-looking, building-like formations protruding on the steep mountain paths. Agnes and Sylas did a quick run-through of the entire place without looking too deeply into it, wanting to have a whole picture before the night settled, and outside of the markings they found at the entrance, found no other similar ones.

As the night began to descend, the two walked up to the edge of the lake and pitched a tent. Surprisingly, the air around the lake was fairly warm--so much so that they could do away with blankets entirely. Furthermore, the way the moonlight bled over the lakes calm water was mesmerizing--the silver of the moon cascading like liquid drops of heaven and melding together with the crystal-dyed water of the lake, creating something truly new and unique and spectacular.

Both watched the calm water in silence for a long while, their minds adrift in the cosmic oceans of hollow thoughts. Calmness swept over them, driving away the frustrations that had mounted over the course of what felt to be a fairly pointless day, having discovered little to nothing new or exciting.

Most buildings, after all, looked to have been the same--simple squares of roughly the same size. Some were in a worse state of decay than others, but none were whole. Furthermore, greenery had taken over most of the interiors, and both realized there was a lot of work to be done in clearing them up. Theyd be here for a while, but there was a big issue of what they were going to eat and drink.

This is the most beautiful thing Ive ever seen, Agnes said suddenly, her knees pressed together, her arms wrapped around them. I... I dont even know why. I just know it is.

Why dont you go in for a dip? Sylas chuckled.

... and ruin it?

Oh, wow.

What?

I genuinely thought youd say something like right! My beauty would make this even more beautiful!. I guess... I guess youve grown.

Its incomparable, he said and stood up, walking to the edge. She was back wearing her dress, and an outburst of gentle wind suddenly fluttered it as she turned around and faced him, fixing her hair. I feel incomparable.

"..." Sylas drew mute for a moment, his mind blanking. For a brief breath, one that almost nobody notices ever passing, he saw a bleeding canvas of heaven framed in front of his eyes--she stood facing him, a faint smile plastered on her slightly shaded face, while her edges appeared incandescent due to the reflection of moonlight on the lake. The whole world, it seemed, came together at that moment to give him a vision--a vision of paradise. Again, it beat, he realized. No, it never stopped.

W-what?

Hm?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Oh, no reason, he smiled and let go of a rancid breath. Just thinkin youre selling yourself short.

What? You really think Im as beautiful as the lake? she scoffed, sitting back down. Youre delusional.

No, he said. I think youre more beautiful.

... huh?

The lake is still, he continued, ignoring her violent and rapid turn of the head toward him. It lives in a moment. This one frame that were seeing is just that--a singular frame. It cant change. It cant grow. Its beautiful, yes. But its just one picture, he said, facing her shocked expression with a smile. You, on the other hand, are dynamic. Too dynamic, honestly. Hundreds, thousands of expressions flood your face every day. No matter the surroundings, be they that of a lake from heaven touched by the hands of Gods, or the mountains of hell touched by the hands of devils, you shine and stand out. Thats the kind of beauty thats eternal, he added. Besides, the lake steals the beauty of the world to make itself seem better. You? You are its opposite--you leave a lot of yourself to make other things shine. In my eyes, at least, thats far more beautiful.

I didnt run away, he said. I walked off.

Same thing.

Its not.

Why did you run away?

... go back, Agnes, he said.

My names not Agnes.

What is it then?

Asha, she replied.

You told me I heard of your name, Sylas said. But I didnt.

I didnt say the name, she said. I said you heard of me.

When?

Youll find out, one day.

Asha, huh?

Yes.

Why are you telling me your name now? he asked.

Because youre no longer just an unfortunate soul I wanted to cheer up, she replied, her lips shaking, though not because of the cold. Youre a man... and I am a woman who finally understands those visions.

What visions?

Where theyd stand in front of certain death to protect someone, she replied. And die smiling still, knowing the other one would live.

...

I... I dont know anymore, Sylas, her voice cracked slightly, tears coalescing on the corners of her eyes. I cant make sense of myself. For the first time in my life... I cant hear the Gods. I cant have their help. And yet... look at me. I dont care. Somehow... somehow I feel safer in your arms than theirs. How is that possible? How is it possible that I feel safer here, away from the world, away from them, away from everything, just... just because youre here with me? And then you ran away. And I was left there, alone. And all that beauty that I praised... it became ugly. Sordid. And suddenly... I was cold. The silence was deafening. Suddenly, you werent there. You werent with me. And all I could think about... was just finding you. Seeing your face.

... so, you followed me, he looked away.

I dont understand anything anymore, she continued. But I understand one thing. I dont ever want to forget you, or us, or anything weve been through. Id rather die.

Something took over him suddenly, something primal, deep-rooted in his soul, and he lunged from the wall and toward her, pressing his lips against her. Though she jumped in shock for a moment, she settled down right after, closing her eyes and pushing herself on her tiptoes, as though to be closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her and she returned the favor and the two froze in a moment. Away from the world, away from everything, the hearts of the two sang the song of the forest, and only the invisible spirits of the distant past were there to hear. And they then sang too.