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The Lily Pond Garden - A Short Story
“Because when I’m feeling emotions, it usually turns to anger because I’m angry I’m not feeling normal”
“Black voids because I feel empty and alone”
“And white, symbolising the innocence of my mind before now tarnished by my pain” -(redacted because they might not me to put credit)
“This piece is about a flower twisting in a violet pool of depression, unable to escape the torment. From the surface it looks fine, beautiful
even, but underneath lies a dark and painful reality.” -MusicalBasics
“Random question: do you know any good “creepy classical music?”
“yesyes why do you ask *evil laughing* more creepy piano though *pok*”
“It would be a spoiler if I told you >: )-” - a convo with @-Artisan-
(So I have two things to do right now: write about a (insert spoiler), and write about Gymnopédie No. 1. >
)
Brush and pigment sweep across the canvas in a rush
Why would you hurry the creation of a painting?
The items that burn within the painting were once lush.
Yet that is something that is not worth fretting,
for the garden is the suffering soul itself.
That fact is both frightening and enchanting.
Would you like to enter the broken Eden?
i. Red flames consume the lily pond garden, greedily consuming everything it touches. The white lotus seems to be
attempting to escape in a futile manner, gliding across the turbulent dark violet pond. The cold amethyst mirror becomes inky black as
the wind slices through it with no mercy. Flames reflect against the shattering mirror, giving the mirror a gleam that could only be
described as blazing hatred. Whether self-hatred or suffocating depression, that is for you to decide. Something sits untouched in the
midst of⸺
a. The lamplight slightly flickered. The painter abruptly halted at this part, the tranquil piano music in the background
contrasting the painting’s atmosphere of fear. They almost smiled. How ironic, they thought, dipping the brush onto the palette,
taking a forget-me-not shade of blue.
ii. Something sits untouched in the midst of the chaos. A blue rose, a miracle, sits in the burning garden, not seeming to care
whether it gets burned or not. The red fire roars as a warning to stay away, but the blue rose simply stays there. If the rose had a face,
the face would be a brilliant smile. But was that smile true? Was the smile as true as the blue color it had? While calm it seemed, the
rose was also suffering, yet not the same as the lotus. Weeds twist up from the dark soil, CH0K/\/9 the rose. Yet, the rose stays in
the⸺
b. The brush paused again, suspended in midair. Actually, the calm music describes the rose… The lamp
flickered again, the yellowish light reflecting slightly against the midnight-blue curtains. Is this painting supposed to be a dream or a
nightmare? The painter continued once more.
iii. Yet, the rose stays in the act, still smiling. The lotus silently states that the blue rose looks very happy, but the rose does not
answer. Perhaps the two had the same kind of suffering… the one that is deep inside each person’s garden, the only one that is
inescapable. The two flowers ‘stared’ at each other intently, the fire spreading ever the more. The sun shines brightly high in the sky,
mocking the plants below, despite it being their main source of life. The amethyst pool turns darker, eventually reaching a deep black.
The fire causes the lotus to silently scream in agony.
c. The painter lays down the paintbrush, marvelling the finished canvas. Oh, I need to sign the back, they
remember, and then they do so. This is my greatest painting yet.
- - - - - - - - - -
NOTES
- - - - - - - - - -
- The “tranquil piano music” is referring to Gymnopédie No. 1, ofc~
- The painter may be me, you never know. c;
- Who knows, the blue rose may symbolize somebody.
- According to the last time I took a ‘what color is your soul’ personality test, it told me that I was purple. c:<
- The blue rose is meant to symbolize a miracle in this story, not love. xD
- When I was trying to write about ‘And white, symbolising the innocence of my mind before now tarnished by my pain’, I couldn’t
stop thinking about a lotus…
- Know what? I should compose something for this. This is one of my greatest writings. Anticipate something in… hmm, 50 years
or so?
- THE CURSED PATH *epic headbanging but then hits head on keyboard* ow
Pieces of music listened to while writing (the ones that I listened on loop and headbanged to, at least)
MusicalBasics (Lionel Yu) - “The Cursed Path”
1:43 ──⊙──────── 7:04
MusicalBasics (Lionel Yu) - “The Black Star”
1:01 ──⊙──────── 4:34
“Black voids because I feel empty and alone”
“And white, symbolising the innocence of my mind before now tarnished by my pain” -(redacted because they might not me to put credit)
“This piece is about a flower twisting in a violet pool of depression, unable to escape the torment. From the surface it looks fine, beautiful
even, but underneath lies a dark and painful reality.” -MusicalBasics
“Random question: do you know any good “creepy classical music?”
“yesyes why do you ask *evil laughing* more creepy piano though *pok*”
“It would be a spoiler if I told you >: )-” - a convo with @-Artisan-
(So I have two things to do right now: write about a (insert spoiler), and write about Gymnopédie No. 1. >

Brush and pigment sweep across the canvas in a rush
Why would you hurry the creation of a painting?
The items that burn within the painting were once lush.
Yet that is something that is not worth fretting,
for the garden is the suffering soul itself.
That fact is both frightening and enchanting.
Would you like to enter the broken Eden?
i. Red flames consume the lily pond garden, greedily consuming everything it touches. The white lotus seems to be
attempting to escape in a futile manner, gliding across the turbulent dark violet pond. The cold amethyst mirror becomes inky black as
the wind slices through it with no mercy. Flames reflect against the shattering mirror, giving the mirror a gleam that could only be
described as blazing hatred. Whether self-hatred or suffocating depression, that is for you to decide. Something sits untouched in the
midst of⸺
a. The lamplight slightly flickered. The painter abruptly halted at this part, the tranquil piano music in the background
contrasting the painting’s atmosphere of fear. They almost smiled. How ironic, they thought, dipping the brush onto the palette,
taking a forget-me-not shade of blue.
ii. Something sits untouched in the midst of the chaos. A blue rose, a miracle, sits in the burning garden, not seeming to care
whether it gets burned or not. The red fire roars as a warning to stay away, but the blue rose simply stays there. If the rose had a face,
the face would be a brilliant smile. But was that smile true? Was the smile as true as the blue color it had? While calm it seemed, the
rose was also suffering, yet not the same as the lotus. Weeds twist up from the dark soil, CH0K/\/9 the rose. Yet, the rose stays in
the⸺
b. The brush paused again, suspended in midair. Actually, the calm music describes the rose… The lamp
flickered again, the yellowish light reflecting slightly against the midnight-blue curtains. Is this painting supposed to be a dream or a
nightmare? The painter continued once more.
iii. Yet, the rose stays in the act, still smiling. The lotus silently states that the blue rose looks very happy, but the rose does not
answer. Perhaps the two had the same kind of suffering… the one that is deep inside each person’s garden, the only one that is
inescapable. The two flowers ‘stared’ at each other intently, the fire spreading ever the more. The sun shines brightly high in the sky,
mocking the plants below, despite it being their main source of life. The amethyst pool turns darker, eventually reaching a deep black.
The fire causes the lotus to silently scream in agony.
c. The painter lays down the paintbrush, marvelling the finished canvas. Oh, I need to sign the back, they
remember, and then they do so. This is my greatest painting yet.
- - - - - - - - - -
NOTES
- - - - - - - - - -
- The “tranquil piano music” is referring to Gymnopédie No. 1, ofc~
- The painter may be me, you never know. c;
- Who knows, the blue rose may symbolize somebody.
- According to the last time I took a ‘what color is your soul’ personality test, it told me that I was purple. c:<
- The blue rose is meant to symbolize a miracle in this story, not love. xD
- When I was trying to write about ‘And white, symbolising the innocence of my mind before now tarnished by my pain’, I couldn’t
stop thinking about a lotus…
- Know what? I should compose something for this. This is one of my greatest writings. Anticipate something in… hmm, 50 years
or so?
- THE CURSED PATH *epic headbanging but then hits head on keyboard* ow
Pieces of music listened to while writing (the ones that I listened on loop and headbanged to, at least)
MusicalBasics (Lionel Yu) - “The Cursed Path”
1:43 ──⊙──────── 7:04
MusicalBasics (Lionel Yu) - “The Black Star”
1:01 ──⊙──────── 4:34
- Umi-san
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100+ posts
The Lily Pond Garden - A Short Story
Last edited by Umi-san (Aug. 2, 2021 19:11:27)
- Umi-san
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100+ posts
The Lily Pond Garden - A Short Story
Last edited by Umi-san (Aug. 2, 2021 01:50:10)
- Umi-san
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100+ posts
The Lily Pond Garden - A Short Story
thank youuu <3 you're soo good at writingggg
- TurtleLegos
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1000+ posts
The Lily Pond Garden - A Short Story
You so inspiring I'm working on a story on my new ipad!!!!!
- Umi-san
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100+ posts
The Lily Pond Garden - A Short Story
Thank you! You so inspiring I'm working on a story on my new ipad!!!!!

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