Far west of that sandy city in the Gobi desert, warm sunlight washed over a massive island in the middle of the Mediterranean, sandy beaches a strange softly pinkish tone, forests of cherry trees and other trees of pale white, golden and silver leaves, a massive spire at its peak with a donut of cloud near its peak where a white castle sat atop, a waterfall pouring out of the castle’s foundation not of water…but of molten chocolate. Huge manicured gardens of roses in every color under the sun being pruned, trimmed and harvested by dozens of various cupids and other people about the island, chocolate being picked up in gilded bowls by various birds before pouring the chocolate into fountains where it was shifted and turned into various candies and treats. A secondary heart shaped bay occupied by a few boats with heart shaped sails and things as crates of chocolate candies, flowers and various other things being loaded or being carted off by swans the size of horses. Heart, flower and swirly clouds all the tone of cotton candy, sheep milling in flower filled fields with pastel wool being sheered and twisted into bundles before being handed off and about the island’s work.
A figure twisted in the air before landing on the icy white toned paver street, looking around as he walked ahead, huge wings out behind him: tall and broader shouldered, rich and warm skin with an intense olive tone, long black hair held in adorned and charmed locks, braids of roses about them and forming a laurel band around his brows, piercing solid black eyes and heavy scruff along his face, whip-like and thin about his posture and build, dressed in a robe-like draped blouse dip-dyed magenta tucked into dark trousers with gilded sandals, a huge bow strung against his back and a quiver held at his spine. Ears filled with piercings and about his face, a gold heart shaped tattoo centered on his forehead as he looked around, stronger and wider features as he scanned and looked about.
The scent of sugar, of chocolate and of roses and other flowers heavy on the warm air making the entire island almost have this smothering hazy feeling, a dreamy heavy hanging feeling on the air making everyone who smelt it and was not accustomed to it almost feel instantly drunk by the scent. Fountains of wine pouring into filling bottles that were carted off by pink/white and matching toned beasts of burden with heart shaped markings, goats with gilded horns sculpted into heart shapes, cows with strawberry milk and pale pink heart splotches with heart shaped bells and pulling carts and trollies of crates of sugared sweets, casks and bottles of wine, huge bundles and piles of roses of every color and other flower. Huge boxes of colorful cards were being filled with lovely cards adorned with glitter, ruffles, pop-up inserts or other elements stacked flush through the boxes, bundles of balloons were being carried off by people before being pushed into crates, lids being fastened over the helium balloons to escape them from the crates, racks of champagne bottles being rolled off before being picked up by tectonic swans, car sized butterflies or various other beings vanishing off into the cotton-candy swirled sky of blues, pinks and pastel tones, cotton candy clouds drifting past view at a faster speed than they usually move as boats vanished off on the horizon or came back into vision to moor at the pale pastel silvery white stone pier.
“Where is he?” he asked in a slightly strict tone, voice low, thick and growling as he walked around, posture straight and restricted as he looked around, pastel toned wings folded tightly to his back as he walked ahead and looking around. “Shouldn’t be that hard to find him” he whispered to himself, gilded sandals tapping at the pavers as he walked. Softly tapping the letter on his other palm as he looked around, the parchment thickly scented with perfume, the parchment had rose petals laminated into the paper, the letter closed with a wide magenta ribbon wrapped around it and closed with a hot pink wax seal adorned with a ram’s head, horns forming a heart around a rose with vines crawling around the head.
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