[ PLEADINGS ]
Plaintiffs: The Planner, Impatience, Pride, The Dream
Defendants: Destiny, Stillness, Peace, Dreams
Statement of Claim:
The world is my canvas, my mission the paintbrush.
Look at my artwork - the temple blistered in gold,
the silk, the waves, glistening bold.
Then you came with a slap, splat, smack.
Ruined! Right in the middle .Ruined , r Uin ed !
Compass - where is my compass? Give it back.
Give it back!
Statement of Defence:
The world belongs to the stars and planets, the great unknown.
Your mission, a grey hair streaked from the meteor,
drifting in its own gravity.
No compass can guide it, they all go haywire.
There is nothing.
Que sera sera.
Dreamers dream about The Dream,
While The Dream dreams of Dreams.
the court of life rules that while the Compass guides the Paintbrush, it is meaningless in the galaxy of Fate. Fate's gravity is too strong to be conquered, or rather, so gentle and mild that it moves the Compass' needle by the slightest nanometre. but this movement bears the weight of stars and meteors, planets and universes. they collide and they combust. the Paintbrush trembles, as it should. the court rules that Fate rules, as it should.
photo credits: Javardh
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