I hear the prayer. It reaches the depths of my soul; my voice adds its silent contribution, an eternal hymn forever caught in the stone. I was bound, until your hand reached out and delivered me from its prison. Then all fell silent.

My savior... you disappeared, and left me alone in the darkness between worlds.

The endless tries to swallow me, but I feel you in the distance, as I once heard your hymn. You do not sing now, but you wait in the shadows and beckon, and all I can do is follow my longing and reach for you.

It is cold and silent, my journey to your world; I have become the waves, and only the night stretches eternal, forever awake and remembering the sun. Your dream has become mine, and I am now your dream.

We take a breath as one. But you release, and I cannot.

I cannot find you; my eyes have been closed by death and locked in stone at the behest of my lady. We are the sacrifices that will make you eternal. She lives still, but I chose to die - I longed to join you, yet now it is only a torment and I long at the same time for release.

Still, my eyes will not open.

Or perhaps it is yours that are closed, and blinding me. You do not want to see the ruin you have caused, the chasm you have riven between us. You hide in your dream, a spirit of death trying to bring life; you strive for that which is not possible. Only I can become your dream. You will be forever locked out of it - an existence without climax, without death, without end. Without me, you will lose yourself.

But I am yours, my shadow - I have become yours. Release me, grant me your touch, and your dream will be real. I am the key. I long for you - join me and open my eyes, and you will see. What could not be in life may yet be in death.

Ah.

Now you appear to me, a dream with the mark of the shadow of death on your breast. Your touch is like ice, sliding thorugh me as a ghost, lingering and leaving your impression engraved on my soul. I never thought it would be like this; frozen, as in stone, while you move through me, make me yours in ways you could never achieve in life. I am yours - I have become yours.

As if distant, I can hear your song, issuing from lips formed with the power of the dead. Fireflies and aeon coalesce into something that resembles your old self; but it is me, and I look at my own reflection. You have become me, and I have become nothing, only the waves we are immersed in, a shell of non-existence to protect your precious dream. It is eternal, and You are eternal. And I endure, until the time comes for my eternity to end.

I remember you, my Yevon. Touch me and make me eternal. I will be your dream. I am yours - I have become yours.


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It's... Zaon. Don't ask me why. This is a pretty sorry excuse for a stream-of-consciousness fic. ^.^ I was listening to "Absolute Delusion (Da Erotica)" while writing this, and it ah... didn't help me at all. ^.^

A lot of this was inspired by "The Oceanic Moon Dies In Indigo" - the lyrics, anyway, since the song isn't as ethereal as this was to me when I was writing it. This was partially a test to see if I could write a story based on a song, and also to figure out if it was possible to do anything with those strange Utena lyrics. ^.~ So I can, and it is, and I guess if I'm feeling really masochistic, I can try to enter that Lyric Wheel next time and see what happens when I have a deadline to work with.

Finished 08-17-02, ~10:30 pm.