Title: [X] Talking crystal
Cunningly punished by his relentless arrogance, the prince smiled at his own sadness. But sadness does not die down with this spell, it just become luminescent, like a rainy afternoon.
There was a ball in the hunting lodge. "Come here, my child" --said his sister, his black haired sister, his elder sister.
He felt her warm cheek and her warm hand. They danced a slow song about longing. And everything was as transparent as gardens of stars and shadow.
He dreamed about a empty-centered stone cross covered with moss; there was a flowering of wild jasmine in the center.
In the morning he saw a white butterfly --a wide, soft sail palpitating her way to the forest.
"Love is a talking crystal" --he thought, and laughed.
