2025.05.03
In the calm village of Vandmir, stories about Jane, with a secret, a girl known as a prophet with a master -eyed prophet. His eyes, each different color – a yellow ezor, the other gentle lavender – had the strange power to understand the hidden truths under the fabric of reality. It was said that Jane’s vision was blurred by the fading of the veil, which gave her a gift to the extraordinary ability to catch a glimpse of future pieces.
– Jane sat at her base, comforting her presence, wrapped in a pleasant comfort. People approached him, their hearts full of hope or fear of fear, anxious to achieve his mysterious look.
The eyes, reflecting the sky and the unseen, looked deeply at their souls. Its sound, gently, of course certainly, like the sight of the colors, such as soft and indifferent Dawn, were self -sustained – the sights that were lasting long after the words were blurred. Its predictions have never made it clear. They needed courage and intuitive to expose them, such as translating dreams at the threshold of waking.
Nevertheless, as much respectable he was, Jane was a person of loneliness. She was neither fully related to the solid world nor was it completely from the circle she was reflected through the veil. Often she was lonely, guiding intuitive and air, wherever her footsteps fell, leaving signs of silent wisdom.
One day, the villagers did not find the gene under the Willow, but rather complex through a silky twin branches, the lavender and the blue colors shine softly. They felt that the gene had crossed, completely wearing in their eyes.