Memories of Freshwater is the sci-fi fantasy novel presently in development.
Memories of Freshwater
Atlus’ ancient booming, reptilian voice reverberated off the walls of her psyche, “Be both a chameleon and an alchemist.” Behind her eyes, sparkling memories of a simpler time welled up, memories of freshwater. For the first time Claire felt as if she were remembering her youth; days when she was deeply alive. The sheer potency of sentimental feeling released upon reflection of her blissful, unsullied optimism and distilled, energetic nature was unmatched. It all glistened with brilliant purity, causing the colors of her present reality to pop and vibrate. In this breath, she unearthed a mine’s worth of understanding. She began accessing her pneuma just as she would during her interpretive dancing. Expression and action fuse, understanding bends to formidable imagination to make colors taste just right, sounds look sensational and smells ring clear…
Clairvoyant Premonition
Claire looked over her shoulder with eyes turned a silvery white, suddenly engulfed by a clairvoyant premonition. It was unlike any she had experienced before. This apparition appeared in a street lantern behind her. The frenetic nature of the Borough of Ghosts Parade and the experiences that she had been struck by so far dissipated in a snap as she locked on to the painting. It was warm, depicting a kind looking clown holding an ice blue paper crane in his outstretched hand, offering it to a shokuen. The ancient dragon god seemed delighted to see this symbol of peace. In dry grasslands, at the base of a red clay mountain, cherry blossoms floated by them…
Clarity in the Borough of Ghosts
The white steel glint of a silt-scrubbed dime oscillated as it sank ahead of Claire in the deep, coastal waters. Claire’s silver scale pupils widened to catch light refracting into her peripherals…
Tatsu and Hadal’s Tempest
Curled up against a dim, quick fading auburn sunset at the base of Mt. Iwase, dragon god shokuin, Tatsu Hanamake lies dejected, suspended in his own boiling brine. He weeps ceaselessly. His psyche spirals through essential memories, lost amid the innumerable seasons of his long life. Each of his phrenic images is slivered by quick, offbeat spluttering nose-breaths that flutter in and out of his unusually large nose which hovers millimeters above the large rhythmic wave pool. Steaming hot dragon tears increase the flood.
Clairvoyant Premonition
Claire looked over her shoulder with eyes turned a silvery white, suddenly engulfed by a clairvoyant premonition. It was unlike any she had experienced before. This apparition appeared in a street lantern behind her. The frenetic nature of the Borough of Ghosts Parade and the experiences that she had been struck by so far dissipated in a snap as she locked on to the painting. It was warm, depicting a kind looking clown holding an ice blue paper crane in his outstretched hand, offering it to a shokuen. The ancient dragon god seemed delighted to see this symbol of peace. In dry grasslands, at the base of a red clay mountain, cherry blossoms floated by them…
Clarity in the Borough of Ghosts
The white steel glint of a silt-scrubbed dime oscillated as it sank ahead of Claire in the deep, coastal waters. Claire’s silver scale pupils widened to catch light refracting into her peripherals…