As they could continue working on the project around Ashlee and Asha, the guards would actually chant the very miracle of life, they definitely knew that something was off about the birth of lady Asha. She emitted an invincible energY that no one could actually compare to as if she had been born in the greatness of life.
She was extremely charming in her baby form. Why? Because the very spirit of the goddess would tell them that she was beyond any comprehension and that they needed to protect as if she was the last salvation. To know this, you need to grasp that the goddess is the mother. The myth of Gaia and how the mother earth shows us her fangs. Indeed, other people can actually see the inner cosmic the power of the goddess in all things.
Asha: Mother. My servants do not look extremely powerful. They are just so weak. Do you mind if I fix them? In this way, when someone cries like a baby so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the situation. In that matter, when you feel like you need to cry, when you want to just get it out, relieve some of the pressure from the inside - that is true pain. That said, because no matter how hard you try or how bad you want to, you can't.
That pain just stays in place. Then, if you are lucky, one small tear may escape from those eyes that water constantly. That one tear, that tiny, salty, droplet of moisture is a means of escape. Although it's just a small tear, it is the heaviest thing in the world. And it doesn't do a damn thing to fix anything. I do not actually think they can serve me in those conditions.
As ashlee looked at her daughter, she could feel the immense power that she held in everything that they could actually do. But in that regard, everything was in vain. They could not help but swallow deeply as if she had been destined to die at the very moment she said that they had been waiting to destroy their weaknesses.
As far as I can say, the very moment of justifying something become the annihilation of freedom that no one could ever bear in mind for the newx few genrations that could actually serve the lustias family. And also, the castle had found a new heir, but it seemed that the castle was surrendering completetly to the true power of the feminine in the early distance of her existence. Well, it was pretty normal for her according to the new power.
Ashlee: I know that what I am going to say may sound may be insane but at least it is honest I've come to the conclusion that there are no set rules in life. You do what you have to do to survive. If that means running away from the love of your life to preserve your sanity, you do it. If it means breaking someone's heart so yours doesn't break; do it.
Life is complicated as much as the mystery of fate — too much so for there to be absolutes. We are all so broken. Pick up a person, shake them around and you'll hear the rattling of their broken pieces. Pieces our fathers broke, or our mothers, or our friends, strangers, or our loves. Asha has stopped rattling quite as much as she used to.
Love is a God-given tool; she tells me as if she had been love struck like a little girl that wants to protect her mommy. It screws things back in place that were loose, and it cleans out all the broken pieces that you don't need anymore. I believe her. Our love has been fixing each other. I hope to only hear a tiny jingle when I shake her in a few years that not all people could actually belive to be a dismay that very few people understand by what we mean in greatness.
—HAHAHA. You are worthy enough to be my daughter. None of my children could actually hold a canfle to you. After all, you are the only one that actually encompassed the wholeness of ignorance and logos at the same time. HAHAH! This is what I have been looking for! My little daughter.
—I really love you. Come with daddy every day of your life that will show you how much I love you. Nothing can shake the foundations of your being that we shake in the great comtemplation of life. Well, at least, it should be what I actually dreamt. I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath. Oh my dear daughter. You look so pure as I should remember you to be: I imagined you in the greatness of what is hidden between death and life. I only hold you in my eyes. For you were always alive in my deepest dreams, not even my mother could actually take my delusional dreams for granted…. Because they come true every time I look at you. As for me, I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this like a mare with the endless ocean. In thatg ocean, you are ubiquitous for you flood me in your presence