"This is my world, and you shall savour it all~" - Kusabu <3
I cannot CANNOT thank
enough for their kindness and their generosity in gifting me this absolutely stunning piece.. Even now I am still lost for words and struggling to come to terms that it's okay to accept such things. I truly love each and every one of you and all the things you all do for me, even when I struggle to show it, I promise I can't thank you all enough~!
So once again, thank you my darling Kusabu! I hope you continue to be the light that you are in this world, love you loads<333
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When the lights in the world go dark, it can be a very scary, isolated and silent place. Where even the smallest of sounds, of touches and of smells can be heightened and compound the feeling of fear greater and greater. You reach out at times, trying to piece together where you are and what is around you, your senses pulsing at speed to grow an image in your mind of what lurks in that darkness.
In these times, you wish for a light. You wish for something to illuminate your way and show you the direction you must go in. There are those in life who can continue through this darkness, they will push on and do their best to find a path either by chance or through forging it themselves, but in doing so they always leave a part of what they are and who they are behind. They brush against things that harm them, touch things that hurt them, eat things that suffocate them, but they continue regardless and do their best to not stay in one spot and always believe that if they never stop their path will eventually light up and they will see the way forwards at long last.
And then, there are those that cannot do this. They reach forwards and are stung, it hurts them so they recoil. They step forwards to try again with a small step and press against something that they know not of what it is, recoiling in fear and retreating to where they were. They lack any strength, any ambition, they are awash with fear and suffocating in the darkness that surrounds their very being, sometimes they will cry out but their voice will usually disappear into that darkness and remind them of how alone, how lost they are in this broken, dark, empty world... Without a light, without a direction. Without help.
As the stage illuminates before you, you feel for a moment as if all that once worried you washed away, slowly of course, as you'd feel a sense of relief and of curiosity begin to take hold and softly caress your soul. Had you not been calling out for a light this entire time, a sign of where to go? A direction, path even, of what was required of you? Here it is now, growing brighter and brighter, slowly and softly illuminating the small area at the front of the stage, and as it grew so did the beating in your heart, beating once from worry and deep fear, now beating into a softer and more melodic tune of intrigue with a feeling of relief as if someone had cupped your face so gently in their hands and whispered.. "It's okay..".
The silence around you was oddly loud, in a weird sense of the word. The lights had illuminated other travellers like yourself, all as equally lost and searching for something.. someone, to take their hand and lead them forwards. No one made a sound, even the soft breeze fell silent as the light before you seemed to become louder in your mind, closing out the other senses and focusing more so on the sense of sight and drawing through your mind a path that once felt so far away. But now, she was as close as ever.
Lady Song. The copper jewel of the Equester Empire, First Lady to the Nobel Court of Lunala and a mare that was spoken of even in the most distant of lands.
She was your light this evening.
All around you, the other travellers begun to stir as soft whispers and gentle gasps joined the tender breeze. If one could explain this moment in the future it would be.. so.. so exciting.
Her lips parted and the breathe of the arena seemed to be taken away with them, as if all the oxygen had just vanished with the sheer anticipation of what was to come.
And as her voice finally broke through that silence it felt like a knife that was expertly held by a proud chef, slicing through the air with the most delicate precision.. and then your world seemed to just, disappear..
She didn't sing like an angel, no, one would call it much more erotic in nature as her voice was sultry and soft like fine silk draped over her delicate frame, almost as if it were dripping with a sensual power one could not see but feel it touch you with those notes that slowly drifted down your ear canal and into your brain. It turning them into a chemical of pleasure that sent a shiver rippling through your spine. Every single note she sang entered you, it enveloped you.. you felt as if you were drifting away into another world, as if all that darkness you had just been in was nothing more than a waiting room for her to take you and transport you somewhere else. That somewhere else, being her world.
Colour exploded in your vision and sounds enveloped you like harsh winds on a mountain, bringing with it the smells of this world and even of her. The stage truly became alive now as she got into her stride, her energy begun to flow between all the people around you, it felt as if the musical notes she released were visible and as if they were truly dancing in the air between your bodies, drifting in and out of your very souls. Her highs felt like her nails softly raking their way from your neck and down to your tailbone, in a slow and purposeful path. Her lows felt as if her hands were exploring your chest, your stomach and your sides, as if she were mapping you in her mind like you were before, feeling around in the darkness to find your way. Her mixtures felt as if she were walking around you, a finger pressing to you at all times and teasing your nerves along your shoulders and neck forcing you to gasp and sigh in pleasures and peace.. and when she truly opened her lungs and sang as if her life depended on it, it felt as if a wave had washed over the crowd plunging you all into the depths of a colourful and alive ocean reef. The corals dancing with vibrancy with the sea life swimming to the beat of her song and the currents replacing the wind to become her tender hands that would touch and tease along your every inch. And when she went back down again, as her heights returned to gentle vocals, the water dropped around you returning you to the present.
All around you, people were swaying, they were jumping, they were dancing, and they were singing.. and yet, to you in this moment the only thing you cared about was Song. Song.. Song... Song.. Singing her song.. Taking you into her world, the world, of the Song.
You closed your eyes.. and the melody and her voice followed you.. even in your own internal darkness, she brought a colour you didn't dare escape from, her emerald eyes piercing through your own darkness and ensuring you felt at peace within yourself. There was no escaping her and her world, not now.. not in the future.. not ever. And to you that was the greatest sign you were on the right path, you could have ever asked for.
This was her world you were in now, and within it you were a nothing but traveller. She shared with you hear joys and her sorrows. She shared her endless love and her deepest pains. Each note, melody and pitch sending you down a different memory of her life, of her past, of her present.. and one day, her future.
It was no wonder getting a chance to see this mare cost so much, was as rare as an emerald, and as fleeting as the sun in winter.. but to have your very soul nurtured like this, you couldn't dare to put a price on it.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Equine (Other)
Size 2421 x 1522px
File Size 3.38 MB
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