On this beautiful planet, there is a valley hundreds of miles in diameter. This valley is surrounded in a perfect circle by tall, bare mountains that even the most adventurous would question climbing, effectively cutting it from the outside world. In the dead center of this valley, there is a lake that is a perfect circle. One would assume it wasn't a natural formation; but that's just it. It was perfectly natural, despite it's odd shape. Nothing was out of place. On it's rocky shores, there were several beautiful mansions. Four rivers fed the lake, and a thick forest formed a circular border around the lake. Beyond the forests were miscellaneous organic terrain, and not far beyond the valley lay one of the oceans. Violet's reputation was true, a rainbow hung in the distance, a more beautiful sight you could scarcely see.
Two lovers embraced under it's glow, reveling in it's beauty as they reveled in one another.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
And the dreams that you dream of
Dreams really do come true
The man stood tall and proud, long brown hair mussed by the bed they had spent most of their morning in. His skin was getting tan, finally some color to his pale skin. He was clad only in his boxers, but he pretended not to affected by the slightly cold midmorning air. His companion was a beautiful woman. Her hair was neon green, but the dye was fading, and her natural brown roots were showing. She had elvish ears and lavender eyes, a broad smile, and she wore nothing but her man's dress shirt. As she was shorter then him, it acted as a long sleeved dress, the skirt coming above her knee. No words needed to be said, they simply stood embracing and enjoying each other's presence.
Someday I wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
"At home, on Mazheekha, a poet once wrote... 'In ancient Mazheek, there are five words for magic. Three for pain, six for friendship, and fifteen for defeat. However, they had no word for love. Some say it's because we are a violent race. I believe it's because love is the sound of your lover breathing next to you, the feeling of their skin against yours. And there are no words for that." The man said. He turned to his lover, and she cocked an eye brow. For a second, they only gazed into each others eyes.
"There are no words for how I feel about you, Julia. I finally understand what he-" She interrupted his words by jumping on him, wrapping her knees around his waist, her arms around his shoulders and kissing him with unfettered passion. They made their way back to bed, never breaking the embrace.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
