[b]Silvia Moreno-Garcia
Words are seeds, Casiopea. With words you embroider narratives, and the narratives breed myths, and there’s power in the myth. Yes, the things you name have power.[/b]
Well, not our words, of course.
Dreams are for mortals.
Why?
Because they must die.
Nightmares too.
The things you name grow in power.
For example, in your head.
Ah, there is none more fearful of thieves than the one who has stolen something, and a kingdom is no small something.
Let’s call this a kingdom.
I follow the direction of the wind, and I cannot be blamed if a new wind begins to blow.
After all, among other things, it’s “beyond my control”.
It wasn’t fair. But there wasn’t an “after” in stories, was there? The curtain simply fell. She was not in a fairy tale, in any case. What “after” could there be?
Well, death of course.