The golden rock wall glistened in the sun that smiled through the open roof as water trickled down from the heavens in a thin film. Droplets bounced off protruding rock surfaces and dived into the deep emerald pool below. The rectangular pool was led to by staircases on the three remaining sides coloured with the strands of a dirty blonde. There she laid on her back floating on the bed of green liquified bills. Her eyes closed and arms slowly waving alluringly. And he came moving towards her with a motion that never disturbed a current. The faceless friend with soft brown locks and a body chiseled by the artists of old beautiful times. He came bringing his arms below her suspended frame and pulled her close to him. The sun that erased his face blinded her when she opened her eyes to the call of her heart. This feeling of an ephemeral eternity that invaded her and gunned down the warriors within her brandishing spears of peace. And as the sound of the splashing water drowned out she was swallowed by the light.
(photo via Net-A-Porter.com)
