WISDOMS EYE'S

Reaching out, out, she fell, torn from her other half and the darkness engulfed her. Silence pressed in and all memory of her was lost to the void. There is where she stays in slumber, lost in the labyrinth of her fragmented mind. Glimmers of her appear in dreams and her light brushes the Earth like fingers gently pulling back a curtain. She shall find herself again. She is the carrier of all divine knowledge. The fallen one. She is the truth shrouded in mystery. A being of pure light that pulls at us like the moon pulls the seas. Find her in the dark and you shall never be without true light.