#t: aliceoftheglass

[rcveries]

–––––{ ⊛ } Tempting darkness

––{ ⊛ } It was his turn on stage, Izak looked behind the curtains to the crowd. Little kids seated in the front rows with their families, clapping, smiling widely at the amazing acts that passed one by one leaving their little hearts in awe.

As clowns were meant to bring smiles, his kind was meant to bring up hope. Hope that the world, as cruel it may seem sometimes, was meant to be a stage. As Shakespeare once said, All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players… Thank the Dreamkeeper watching over him.

“The one and only! The magical man Izak Reves!”       His act was going to start.                                                    …

“Ladies and Gentlemen. Kids of all ages…”      Izak’s voice sounded loud, fiddling with the poker deck in his hands.            “Do you believe in fantasy?”                    A card began to fly up, showing itself from the rest.

One by one began to float up in the air, like a dancing row around him before going to fly before the people’s eyes. Amazing oohs and aahs while their gazes followed the cards.

                                         “Do you believe in magic?”

With a single move of his hand all the cards in the air turned into chirping birds -his signature, always birds- rising flight up to the tent’s ceiling.

All eyes were in the little birds when a bright light came from behind Izak’s shirt. Blinking twice he pulled his dreamcatcher out from the white buttoned shirt, the thing was glowing brightly. The brightest light it had ever showed before.

   It had been months since his last dreamer, who of all guests tonight          would it be?

[rxveries]

–––––{ ⊛ } Tempting darkness

––{ ⊛ } It was his turn on stage, Izak looked behind the curtains to the crowd. Little kids seated in the front rows with their families, clapping, smiling widely at the amazing acts that passed one by one leaving their little hearts in awe.

As clowns were meant to bring smiles, his kind was meant to bring up hope. Hope that the world, as cruel it may seem sometimes, was meant to be a stage. As Shakespeare once said, All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players... Thank the Dreamkeeper watching over him.

"The one and only! The magical man Izak Reves!"         His act was going to start.                                                    . . .

"Ladies and Gentlemen. Kids of all ages..."        Izak's voice sounded loud, fiddling with the poker deck in his hands.              "Do you believe in fantasy?"                      A card began to fly up, showing itself from the rest.

One by one began to float up in the air, like a dancing row around him before going to fly before the people's eyes. Amazing oohs and aahs while their gazes followed the cards.

                                           "Do you believe in magic?"

With a single move of his hand all the cards in the air turned into chirping birds -his signature, always birds- rising flight up to the tent's ceiling.

All eyes were in the little birds when a bright light came from behind Izak's shirt. Blinking twice he pulled his dreamcatcher out from the white buttoned shirt, the thing was glowing brightly. The brightest light it had ever showed before.

     It had been months since his last dreamer, who of all guests tonight            would it be?