Aura Mugler 2017 Eau de Parfum

„There is so much that I remember,
like a seed I never sowed.
Eyes I have yet to meet,
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
and arms that feel like a home.
I wonder how I can miss it all
- all these things I have never known.“
The wind rattled against the window panes. Howling. Luna looked up from her desk and gazed at the sky. Gray. It would probably snow today. But she didn’t care. She wouldn’t leave the house. Not today. And not tomorrow. She tried to focus on the task at hand, the blank sheet in front of her, the screen that switched to standby mode every five minutes and turned black. Then she would continue to stare into the void until it became bright again, then dark, then bright. Should she eat something? Shower? Why? No, first and foremost she should get her work done. Eventually. Something was missing, but she couldn’t say what it was. In the distance, the doorbell rang - not hers. She heard voices, indistinct like through a diving bell or a glass dome, a goldfish in a bowl. What difference did it make? Resting her head on the table, she inhaled and continued to listen to the wind.
…
“Helloooo?! What’s going on here?”
She lifted her head and let herself fall back onto the desk. Pain. When had she fallen asleep? Why was it so uncomfortable here? Can’t they over there be a little quieter? Had she forgotten to turn off the TV? Rattling.
“What happened to you? How long have you been sitting here?”
The voice sounded familiar. She knew it, just less muffled. Whatever. Whoever it was, wasn’t invited. Clinking.
“What a mess!”
She must be dreaming. None of this was real. So nothing she would do or say was real. Luna lifted her head: “The shards of my dreams.”
A sparkle pulled her out of the melancholy of her last. Someone had spoken to her, but whoever it was, was gone and had left only darkness behind. Gray. Or? No. There was something else. Luna really tried, but she could barely open her eyes. Someone tugged at her wrist and resisting was futile.
Lili.
“You couldn’t even stand here, so many shards!” Huh? She looked around. The room was large and where everything had been gray before, now all the colors of the rainbow flickered in turn.
“I made a disco ball out of it!” And she danced beneath it. Colors. Light. “In these shards, I can reflect better.” It was hypnotic. Loud. Wrong and yet just right. It was paradoxical. Bittersweet. If she thought about it more closely, perhaps the blooms of this world were poisoned. So she didn’t.
…
How much time had passed? A glance out the window confirmed that winter was finally over.
“Let me hug you, my dear. I’m here for you. Nothing will happen to you.”
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Salem: is not thrilled
Salem: “Could it be a bit more meta? I almost understood everything.”
Oh, Salem. Sometimes it just takes imagination, good spirits, and the realization that something good can arise from something bad and make the world a little bit more colorful.
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PS: I join the associations of forest master jelly and top it with vanilla sauce, candied orange peel, a bit of orange blossom, and the same sweetener that is also in Prada’s ‘Paradox(e)’.
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PPS: Another trigger warning goes out for the enormous longevity (though a whole season might be a bit exaggerated). By the way, if anyone ignored the first one and wants their time back: Sorrynotsorry :‘).
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Grande Amore *.*
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For today’s inspiration: Lang Leav - Love and Misadventure; Capital Bra - Disco Ball; Animus - Distance