» Tekyre the Faerie Xweetok «
I praise my immortality, and curse the gods who did make me
» River Snow, 江雪, by 柳宗元 (Liu Zongyuan) «
Okay, so way back when, in 2011, I was a little girl on a much more active site, scrolling through petpages to adopt pets with nice colors. That was when I came across Xoria's orphanage, and saw a lovely faerie xweetok names Tekyre UFA. Now, you see where this is going? Anyway, I used my then-non-existent CSS abilities to create a petpage application, and looking back on the code, it wasn't the greatest. There were probably going to be better applicants than me, right? But out of all the applicants, I got chosen: and suffice to say, I brushed up on my coding abilities and now I look back on Tekyre with pride: My first adopted neopet, and seriously, she is the reminder of my younger self playing neopets.
in what once was a human lifeIt felt so sad to her, how the leaves fell in autumn.
Discarded, useless, murdered for the greater good, the tree preparing for the harsh winter to come.
She picked up a leaf, and delicately held it in her hand.
If I was a leaf
When it came to winter, she felt sad at the loss of colour from the landscape. Everything had been bleached a blinding white, and it blinded her eyes if she looked too long.
If they say that white is the colour
Eventually, it was spring, and it melted away the blinding snow. In its place, multitudes of flowers came into bloom, unleashing an explosion of colour.
Why torture me
Finally, the summer came to her fields, and eventually her crops withered away and became dust, for the sun was harsh. She grabbed a handful of dust, and watched it blow away on the arid wind.
Why does the sun
imprisoned for a crime not committed
The world was cruel. Or perhaps not, she had no idea which was the truth now. If the world was truly benevolent, she would not have been alive. Yes, yes. If the world was truly benevolent, she would have never had to contend with people, or ideas, or things. She could be a nobody, in a nothing-world with no time to measure the length of her suffering.
There were chains. There were chains on her soul, on her mind, on her existence. But, perhaps, if the world was truly benevolent, no-one else would have existed. Only her, and only her. Yes, if that had happened she wouldn't have been stuck here, in this forsaken place. She could free herself whenever she wanted.
She knew she was never born a leaf, perhaps a seed, inside a fruit, destined to become another tree, making the same choices. It was sealed, the moment she was part of the aristocracy, part of the upper class, part of the only truly blessed people in this earth. But perhaps it was those things that had landed her where she was now.
I let go of those leaves for the greater good. Wasn't that why I am here? But that would be incredibly sad... And I do not allow myself to remember the purpose for their deaths. Such a wretched choice, this.
She told herself lies, white lies, black lies, true lies. Anything to forget and to keep forgetting.
In the darkness of those chains, she coiled both tighter and tighter around her with each passing day, until even the rulers in hell, with their all-seeing eyes, could not see her anymore.
When the day came to free her, the rulers unlocked the chains, and found she had disappeared in the blink of an eye. So desperate, they remarked.
And when she sunk her hand into the cool, muddy earth, she felt blessed for the first time, despite those chains, and the horrors, and the darkness slumbering inside her.
Only those born in a cage may experience true freedom, as they have nothing to compare it with.
In her new life, she only had one wish, and it was for others to be free as well. Her friends have been long dead: none had survived as long as she. The sky was a different colour now, and she could feel that she was a different existence now. An ether, a spirit on the breeze, ascended to the stars. There were new humans now, a newer age. They called themselves the Fells, after fallen angels of old. She, herself, could sympathise with their plight, and loved them as their own.
In her past life, she had been Tekyre, the fallen angel, and this much was true. When she had dared to speak out against the gods, the gods struck back at her, banishing her existence. But one by one, the gods died out, and she was freed.
In her new life, she was Tek, Loneliness, patron of the Fels, who too were abandoned by their own kind. She felt a new purpose in life, and chose to devote her time to the Fels, who she could sympathise with.