Five Arabian Nights

It represented the god quite well

For his emotions were not limited to just one bell.

He did not just feel boiling anger

And he did not just feel eternal sorrow.

He felt

Love.

Every inch of his existence knew it

For he knew he was loved

And he knew he loved

And he knew he has

Would

Could

And will love.

Because it was impossible not to

And that alone made sentient life

A true blessing.

Chapter 11

The Fourth Night

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Love changed Jaune and the millions of other people around him.

Jaune found himself sitting on a bench in the midst of a flashy carnival. The white skies had gone pitch-black. People cheered as street performers brought unique entertainment, food stall owners moved at a lightning-speed pace, and everyone became preoccupied with something. Even Jaune, who did nothing but stare at the carnival in the entirety of its disorderly beauty.

Children screamed their way down the streets with magnificent lightworks in their hands, the elderly watching them as they shared mildly amusing conversations. But despite looking so normal, Jaune found the carnival to be quite a beautiful thing.

A conglomeration of people. One would be a blunt liar if he or she claimed that meeting other people did not feel exciting, regardless of whether said excitement was in a negative or positive connotation. Love sprouted when things were together, after all.

From birth, it took a baby to learn how to become a proper child more than several months. From childhood, it took a child more than several years to become a proper adult. From adulthood, it took an adult to learn how the children of their generation functioned.

Love never changed, however.

It remained persistent. It grew, but its essence never transformed into something crazy or boring. Love was not superfluous; it was a part of all sentient things.

The thought of him falling in a love he could understand sounded strange… But the more he thought about it, the more he could relate to something like love.

To him, the idea of meeting a girl his age was sweet. It meant all kinds of things, but the most important thing it meant was the very idea of keeping her by his side for him to become happier. And if the girl felt the same way, then it meant more kinds of things.

And though love may sometimes feel like a responsibility than an ability, in the end, it ultimately rewarded people with so many emotions. Though sometimes times would become hard, and though the future might end up looking darker than a thunderstorm's clouds, and though everything might seem like a burden more than anything-

-In the end, the love of living made people press on.

And the love of others made said people press on.

And the very act of falling in love made said people press on.

He could picture it. Though he did not know who he would end up falling in love with, he could see the wrinkles slowly forming on their faces. And as time marches on, more and more wrinkles would form, and a deeper understanding of life would be seen through his and the woman's eyes. They would come to understand each other so well.

And as the last of wrinkles form, their humanity would reach completion. The human nature was all about improvement, after all. In the end, if he moved on to the life next door, he would turn to his wife, who had become as wrinkled as he had become.

And all of the happy memories they spent together would become something more than a treasure.

Jaune smiled. He truly did want to experience a love life, but he doubted it would come during his days as a knight-in-training.

Fireworks broke him out of his train of thoughts. His eyes widened as a series of fireworks lit the once pitch-black skies. A variety of colors painted the chalkboard above him.

A variety of colors…

Under a trance of fascination, the knight stood up from the bench he had been sitting on.

All of a sudden, the mixture of colors looked amazing to him.

As he stared at the bright art above him, he felt warmth embrace his hand. He turned to his side and found the lady of love, who smiled at him. Jaune smiled as he turned back to the skies she had made.

It seemed like she wanted to teach him something very valuable and had succeeded.

Love. Liebe.

Liebe turned to the skies as she slowly embraced the knight's arm. Not out of romantic interest, but out of pure affection. And Jaune did not mind, because the fireworks shined brighter than they used to.

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The Fourth Night -END-