#morgenröte

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Die persönlichsten Fragen der Wahrheit. -„Was ist das eigentlich, was ich tue? Und was will gerade ich damit?“ - das ist die Frage der Wahrheit, welche bei unserer jetzigen Art Bildung nicht gelehrt und folglich nicht gefragt wird, …

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by redstarpictures on Flickr.Church of the Holy Trinity at sunrise in Odessa, Ukraine.

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Morgenröte

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She’s hulling seeds in the storeroom as she usually does when she realizes they’ve nearly made it through half of the Verdant Rain Moon; and upon that realization rather than hurried as she might have felt otherwise she finds herself excited. Edward is with her now, and that means — ! He would be happy with anything she made, of course Micaiah knows that; but why shouldn’t she go above and beyond? He deserves it so. She thoughtfully looks around at the seeds she already has hulled, and smiles, glad to be on good terms with both the kitchen staff and many of the traders in town because she has an idea. (Cooking before, making something, had always been a lonely affair; and she finds now that if she can create something for someone else to savor it makes the entire process much more enjoyable.) Flour for the cake, sesame for the coating (it wouldn’t be large, but that was okay - the taste would make up for it), and a bit of burnt mixed with cream to match a sweet to the savory, nutty taste. All the materials cost a bit to get and she is careful as she can be with them, but even so she finds herself smiling as the caramelization process takes place; she wants it to be perfect, of course, but it is enough imagining his reaction..“Hmm… it needs something else,” she decides, though she had only tasted the prototype earlier. The full thing has come out well enough, but something to go with the cream… “Ah ha!” Strawberries had been new to her upon coming to Fodlan but they were perfect for projects like this. She takes a few and cuts them into five slices to place around the top of the cake - one for each of them (Yune could share hers, in spirit or otherwise). The last part is to deliver it to the man himself, but well, perhaps she is a bit superstitious because Micaiah asks the staff to hold onto the creation for her and instead insists Edward come with her hand and hand to see the surprise.She can’t exactly pretend she’s leading him anywhere besides the dining hall but when they arrive and the table is set with a beautiful candle added by one of the staff, Micaiah cannot bring herself to mind. “Happy birthday!” Micaiah sings, running around to the other side of the table proudly. “Sit, sit! Let me cut you a piece.” She does but then remembers something about the candle. “Ah, that’s right. They say you get to make a wish by blowing out the candle. Best to do that first,” she winks, then closes her eyes with her hands clasped over her heart. Whatever Edward wishes for Micaiah too will pray for it most ardently.

That cusp of summer-to-autumn is where Edward finds himself thriving, off the ledge of balmy warmth to the beginnings of brisk chill, but more importantly, the harvest. That's about where he's set his most nebulous of namedays, halfway through—what did they call it—green rain? Verdant! It was verdant.

The Verdant Rain Moon: Summer storms feeding Autumn's bounty. In a roundabout way, he thinks it's the kind of moon that suits him perfectly, though he'd be hard-pressed to actually explain why. something about indulgence, hope, hard work, all in one. As another year here comes and goes, the month returns with familiar delight as he takes time to bask in precious sun, as he visits the gardens where flowers and trees and shrubs do the same.

Edward's peacefully nodding off at a garden table in a golden ray of warmth when Micaiah finds him and takes him by the hand, and no matter how lovely the sun, it's always her light he'll follow— So it is that he's following eager footsteps just as eagerly, grinning from ear to ear as he squeezes his eyes shut to preserve her surprise (and cracks one back open again to make sure he doesn't fall on his face).

The sweet smell of fruit and cream foils both of their little token efforts, but it hardly matters, because grey eyes light up regardless, and Edward goes bounding over to the table, completely forgetting to sit.

"Are you for real!" Both palms braced agaisnt the table, he tilts his head so far his body hunkers down with the motion, before popping back up, grey meeting gold. "For me?! Really!!! It looks so—" And ope, there he goes, finally ushered into a seat. "It looks so good! The strawberries— Oh, there's five! That's enough for—"

Oh wait, right, the candle! Edward's mouth clicks shut as he practically vibrates with excitement, staring the wick of the candle down as if he could light it with his mind (which he cannot, and a match does for him). The second it's alight, he squeezes his eyes shut, puffs his cheeks up in a long note of consideration...

Before blowing it out, cracking a sparkling eye open after the deed is done, beaming up at Micaiah again, beckoning her into the seat next to him. A hushed whisper: "I wished we can spend all our birthdays like this, the five of us—six with Yune—together, with cake."

Even if only in spirit, especially if they're apart. And with that, he bunts his head into hers, more than content.

"I love it!!!"

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#Rote Morgenröte #aube Rouge #rojo amanecer #red dawn #الفجر الاحمر

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Chor der Morgenröte III - Sebastian Nebe , 2022.

German , b. 1982 -

oil on wood, 40 x 30 cm.

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Mystic Monday: Take a Look Around

More from Lutheran mystic Jakob Böhme: Morgenröte im Aufgang, also called Aurora. This is Böhme's earliest (and perhaps his most influential) work, here in a edition produced more than 150 years after it was written. The title describes it as a work of philosophy, astrology, and theology.

The work circulated first as an unpublished manuscript, where it gained its author supporters and detractors. City officials responded by banning Böhme from further writing. (Spoiler: He didn't stop writing.)

This 1780 edition features a red and black title page, with a facing, engraved illustration depicting what appears to be a large sphere made of rows of eyes rising above or past another world.

We sigh to see the ink library stamp applied right smack in the middle of the illustration: Physical and mystical realms collide.

Bo��hme, Jakob. Morgenröte im Aufgang; Das ist, Die Wurtzel oder Mutter der Philosophiae, Astrologiae und Theologiae, aus rechtem Grunde... Neue Aufl. Berlin, C.U. Ringmacher, 1780.

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Higuchi Ai – “Akuma no ko”

Linked Horizon – “Requiem der Morgenröte”

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Ein Morgen mir dir

Weil die Stadt anders erwacht, wenn du neben mir liegst. Sich die Morgenröte viel sanfter über die Dächer legt. Mit einer Brise die nach Zimt und Kaffee duftet. Die Geräusche der Stadt, die durch diese Brise sanft und melodisch ins Zimmer getragen werden. Das Fenster weit geöffnet mit wehenden Vorhängen, die sich anmutig tänzelnd vor unseren Augen bewegen, als würden sie nur auf diesen einen Moment warten. Das warme Bett, welches die Geheimnisse der letzten Nacht schweigend in sich aufgenommen hat. Als wäre es ein stummer Zeuge, ein Komplize, der niemals offenbaren wird, was es gesehen und gehört hat. Das Schweigen zwischen uns, während wir nebeneinander liegen, berauscht von den Ereignissen der letzten Stunden. Ein Schweigen, welches uns noch näher zueinander finden lässt. Es liegt nichts Unangenehmes, nichts Beklemmendes in diesem Schweigen. Eine stille Übereinstimmung darüber, dass es wunderbar ist und Worte in diesem Moment unnötig sind. Worte, die die Macht hätten diesen Moment zu zerstören, den wir mit unserer Stille und Sprachlosigkeit schützen. Deine Hand, die meine Haare berühren und eine Strähne hinter mein Ohr streicht. Eine Geste, die mich erschaudern lässt. Mit Augen voller Liebe und Vertrauen, die mich ansehen und einem Mund geformt zu einem schmalen Lächeln. Ich betrachte dich ganz genau. Deine braunen Augen, dein braunes Haar. Die kleinen Fältchen neben deinen Augen, die so viele Geschichten erzählen. Die schönste Kreatur bist du. Nur du allein. Ein Zauberer der alle meine Wünsche wahr werden lässt, ein Liebhaber der die Leidenschaft in sich trägt wie kein anderer. Du, der mich ansiehst als sei ich die schönste Kreatur auf dieser Welt. Du, der mich schön gemacht hat mit seiner Liebe, die du mir jeden Tag schenkst und mich blühen lässt wie ein Gänseblümchen im Sommer. Und in der Sanftheit der frühen Morgenstunden, spüre ich es wieder so deutlich und klar: Es gibt nur dich und mich. Wir. Unsere Welt, unser Universum. Etwas das nur uns gehört, von dem nur wir beide wissen. Und genau jetzt teilen wir wieder dieses Geheimnis miteinander, in der Hoffnung, dass es auf ewig so bleiben wird. Könnte man doch nur Momente einfangen, genauso wie Schmetterlinge in einem Netz. Doch am Ende bleibt nur die Erinnerung. Die Erinnerung daran, dass dieser Morgen mit dir alles ist. Alles, was ich brauche, alles was ich je brauchen werde. Und wieder schau’ ich dich an und denke nur: Du bist alles.

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Nach der Morgenröte, kam das Tagesgelb. In der Nacht waren wir blauer, als die Farbe selbst. Jetzt ist alles monochrom, der Mensch ist elektrisch, seit du weg bist, bin ich ohne Strom.

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“M - made it,” she pants, running up to Edward as he and the others headed for Valentia gather themselves, near ready to head out; she steadies herself by taking his arm in one hand and smiles up at him; expression breaking when she cannot help but bemoan:

“I was all set to come with the rest of Garreg Mach’s delegation but Tauroneo and the others back home insisted I stay. That even being here is far more than what Daein needs to give internationally and it’s… I suppose this is what being queen will entail but it’s so frustrating!”

The last part is said in a whisper but with no less passion for it; seeing Edward look back at her she has to shake her head, “It’s silly though… I wouldn’t have necessarily been with you, anyway. And I know you can take care of yourself. That you will.” Her smile returns, truer now and a little mischievous: “Pelleas said you were taking Caladbolg and I’m glad, but you know I don’t think you’ve ever needed it. Though that stays between us.

She reaches into her pocket for the charm she’s made Edward; matching with Leonardo’s it has an imitation of Caladbolg’s decorative hilt circling a bird in flight that quite resembles Yune as they had known her.

"I used to sell these in Nevassa as charms for good luck. Do you remember? I always meant to make you one so..." 

The circular wood charm hangs on a simple string and Micaiah takes the chance to put it around Edward’s neck, standing up a bit taller to do so and resting her head on his shoulder once she’s done.

“When you and Leonardo come home I’ll be waiting. I promise.”

The patter of boots on wood, leading up to the docks — The rhythm of it's just as familiar as his favorite rhymes, as the syllables that make up fa-mi-ly. Edward's already grinning ear to ear when he turns around, eyes bright despite the neighbouring sea, arms spread to offer safe harbor.

"Micaiah! I'm so glad you made it!" he exclaims, and he can't help his giggle when she starts to complain, quickly mirroring her displeasure in a pout. He'd love to have Micaiah along — Duty or no, isn't it just common sense to go help your friends — But, agh, he keeps forgetting Micaiah isn't just Micaiah or the Silver-Haired Maiden anymore, and it freaking sucks! Edward himself refused any better place in Daein's courts for good reason, but the fact Micaiah can bear all of that and more just makes her that much more amazing to him. That, and Tauroneo always has such a good head on his shoulders, and it really might just be better in the long run to keep his counsel.

"I wish we could just spirit you with us. Noone would notice if I took an extra barrel, right?" he returns the whisper passed to him with more than a note of mischief anyways, only half-joking — Though, hah, their days of hiding in crates and the like should be behind them, huh? He beams right back down at her, a bit lopsided in shared mirth. "But you're right — They already split me and Leonardo up, too. Though, think about it: It would've been funny if each boat got one of the Dawn Brigade, huh? We'd've all been able to tackle anything that came our way, I know it!" he strikes a little pose with an exclamation of 'represent!', before snickering, dropping it just as fast. "It's okay though; I'll work hard enough for the both of us, and I know Leonardo's going to handle things great, no problem."

His voice drops a little, then, a hushing finger to his lips with a wink. The secret's just as safe as any other she'll ever give him. "And I'll work hard for Caladbolg, too, hehe." Hopefully it'd get a break — Maybe that's a weird wish to have for a sword, but a nice one, either way.

Micaiah shifts, then, shuffling around in her pocket. Edward cocks his head and waits, though he's curious enough to try to lean in a way that'll let him see the mystery object sooner than later — He lets out a little gasp when he does see it a-dangling, soft in recognition.

"Of course I do!" he takes a moment to admire it dangling from her hands, her handiwork, the memories; Her whittling away at tiny wooden Yunes in their off hours, the little bird charms finding homes with those who would treasure the luck she would doubtlessly bring with delight. He admires, too, the fact that this is so clearly his: The recognisable shape of Caladbolg's hilt, the nostalgic silhouette of Yune in flight. Edward tilts his head forward to give her an easier time putting it on him, feeling a bit like a knight being knighted as he does so.

He's not a knight, though, and no matter what dumb titles lie between eachother, they're family, which is what lets him rest his head on hers when they come to rest, arms coming up to squeeze in a reassuring hug. It's her that's the harbor this time, and he'll brave any storm to see everyone on firm land again.

"I better see you waving right back at us when we make land, then," he quips, patting her back. "We won't be keeping you waiting too long, after all — We'll help fix things up with all we got and be back real fast, too. Promise."