Selfie, Suicide by Logo Daedalus

Author:Logo Daedalus [Daedalus, Logo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-22T06:00:00+00:00

“Take it, my liege” the voice whispered, “& all your dreams will come to life, & all your pains will be relieved, & you will warm this frozen night.”

& the crown looked so alluring, like a birds nest cast in obsidian. & it was as light as the air in his hands as he grasped it & lifted it. & as he rested it upon his head, lightning cracked through the night & the sound of rain approached across the lake. & the voice boomed: “Tinfasel!”

This dream recurred, in more or less clarity, for years- always ending with the storm & the voice booming: “Tinfasel!” - which is when he’d wake up, sweating & feverish.

He had another dream too. In this one, he met the somber dragon on the isle, who warned him that the Princess had been stolen by the satyrs & trapped in the labyrinth below the lake. He told him that the only way to free her from their prison was to find the star that had fallen, so long ago. The dragon told him he would be under his protection so long as he destroyed his crown. When Cairey asked it how he could find the star, he’d receive a vision of a firey cloud raining blood- which is when he’d wake up, breathless & cold.

& very rarely, he had a different dream, or he seemed to remember dreaming this dream, a scene that may have come before or after these other scenes in his memory, if any of them had been real- they all may have only been dreams for all he knew. The contents of this dream contradicted the other dreams, as each dream contradicted the others in part, though they all existed in the same frame, the fairyland of his childhood make believe.

It was in this dream that Cairey found himself in Lucremorn, beneath the moon, in the very middle of the lake looking down at his reflection in the water which glowed blue in the moonlight, reflecting the labyrinthine sky of stars. He watched himself take off the black crown of Tinfasel & lay it in the water. He watched it sink slowly, as into shifting sands, to the bottom of the lake. He felt an immense weight lift from him- which is when he would wake up, feeling blissful & free. This was the most beautiful of his dreams.

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