♛ Scarlet Carousel | Prologue II

{Prologue} Pierre, Kim Sarkozy’s

1999
South Korea

His last words were: “Do not speak a word of what you saw.” I closed my eyes, unable to shut out the splatter of blood across the chamber; a scarlet sea of power and savagery.

No, I couldn’t stay hidden and let this happen.

I rose from my hideout, ran forth to grab hold of the assailant’s arms, but in the deep recesses of my sane consciousness I had recognized the cold-blooded murderer. Disillusionment struck a deep resounding chord in my soul. 

I screamed so loud till my voice was hoarse. “Stop, stop! Stop –

Where the curved blade had struck my face, a torrent of blood gushed forth. Yet the pain was diminished by what I felt deep in my chest – an unspeakable pain with no visible wound. I was to seal my mouth from ever speaking of this because Jae must never ever know.

Could I ever face my friend again, knowing the truth?

Something slammed against the base of my skull and all was black. 

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Scarlet Carousel
Searching for the centre of the universe, the centrifugal force that holds everything together.
Each spinning out of control, yet inevitably riveted.
Is this a journey with an end, or does the weight of the world settle in places where the spinning never stops.
Where then will the spiral lead them?

To be continued…

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xoxo
Viktoria Jean

how I go to the woods

“Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this too, was a gift.”

dark

“How I go to the woods

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.”
― Mary Oliver