What cannot be

Why not, when the desire is there? How often such thoughts visit us. But we cannot, we angels cannot. The Lord has forbidden it, and His word is holy. Yet no one can cancel thoughts, and sometimes these thoughts are about them. About the sweet and tender creatures, turned by sin into who knows what. About women. And lesbianism is a sin on Earth, punishable by death. Even thoughts of it are a sin. But what can you do.

The lunar disk rose above the horizon, and the solar one fell below. The stars shone, scattering the firmament with millions of wondrous constellations. One stray ray pierced the heavenly abyss and fell upon the lake, reflecting off its surface. And in the light of that ray, above the water, she was born.

She rose, beautiful, woven from light. Silver curls framed her sweet face, flowing down to her waist. Everything in this world was new to her, everything delighted her newborn consciousness. And finally, the father-ray released her, the mother-lake accepted her, and did not let her drown. As if by magic, she walked upon the water as if on land. Looking around, the young being crossed the lake and stepped onto solid ground. She sat upon a stone and began to sing softly. Enchanting sounds filled the lakeside. Like a wild stream, like a nightingale's song, like the chime of moonlit bells. At her singing, lily pads opened, flowers bloomed, thinking dawn had come. All of nature leaned in to listen to the young being.

But suddenly she stopped singing. She hid her face in her hands, and tears glistened between her fingers. She realized she was alone. Nature bloomed around her, but it was not like her. She called for her father, the moonlight, but he had gone somewhere and was unlikely to return. The moonlight went to wander through forests and meadows, to play upon other smooth waters, but it would not return here. And the young being turned to her mother, the lake. And she told her all her pain, all the loneliness she had come to know. The mother-lake wept, the lily pads closed, its depths darkened. And the pain was reflected in the water.

The mermaid, who had lived in its depths for three hundred years, felt the lake's sadness. The mermaid was beautiful, like an azure wave, her hair like sea foam, her body a tender rose. And hearing the weeping of the moon-born being, the mermaid hurried to surface. Upon surfacing, she saw the beautiful being, woven from moonlight, of unearthly beauty. As if enchanted, the mermaid swam up to the young maiden and looked into her eyes. And instantly, the entire soul of the young being was reflected in her eyes, and in those eyes, the mermaid's own soul sparkled. And for a long time they gazed into each other's eyes, reading each other's thoughts, filling with mutual love.

"What is your name?" the mermaid's quiet voice echoed in her consciousness.

"A name? I don't know. I don't know anything yet, I was only born at midnight," the young maiden replied, surprising even herself.

"What do you know?"

"Me? Nothing."

The mermaid took the being by the wrist.

"Would you like me to show you the depths of the lake? Come with me."

"Alright."

The young being entered the water, embraced by the mother's cold wave. Led by the mermaid, she swam into the underwater realm. Scenes more beautiful than the last rose before her from the water. Coral towers, forests of seaweed, schools of wondrous fish. The mother-lake revealed all its best to its daughter. And then, whether long or short, they surfaced once more.

"Thank you," the being addressed the mermaid. "I have seen so much. I have not lived in vain. Now my fate is to die."

"But why?" the mermaid's heart sank.

"Morning will come soon, the sun's rays will kill what the moon's rays gave birth to," the maiden smiled at the mermaid. "What can I do. I can only ask that you be with me in my final minutes."

The mermaid leaned forward and touched her lips to the being's lips. Their bodies merged into one, filled with love and pleasure. Their bodies pressed together, lips intertwined, full of passion, and two souls became one in an instant. Heavenly and earthly expanses opened before them, they felt only each other, only the body held tightly now had meaning for them. The rest of the world faded, lost significance.

Finally, the mermaid released the being's lips and whispered tenderly:

"I have fallen in love with you. I will not survive if you die. You must not die, you are too pure and beloved for that. I will save you!"

She dove underwater again with the young maiden and descended to the very bottom, where the rays could not reach. And the maiden shone there, in eternal night, as if the Moon herself had descended underwater and gifted her light to the depths.

"Stay here. By day you will hide here from the sun, and I will be with you. And by night we will come to the surface, and I will tell you of the world's wonders."

"Alright," the young being looked into the mermaid's eyes and read only love there. "I love you too."

The mermaid felt her very being filled with a bliss hitherto unknown. Gently drawing the moon-born being to her, she merged with her again in a single, sweet bliss.

And they were never parted again.

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The magical world is filled with dreams,

With fairy-tale passion.

Every whim is fulfilled by fantasy,

But from sin, expect calamity.