Jawzahr

''Yellow clouds. That's the only view I ever saw. An infinite horizon of fluffy yellow as far as the eye can see, with the only break from the mundane view was a thin slither of stone etched out in my likeness. Every moment wore on like the last; the only escape from my boredom being my few attendants. The lot of them, a cheerful bunch, would hasten to any order I made. Such great friends, it was too bad they were only illusions.''

"Princess Snake?" came a high pitched feminine voice.

"Yes, Hebi?" I replied back, softly. A mixture of boredom and sadness constructed my voice, the sound of one who had spent eons drifting above Hell, a goddess of an unforgiving stillness.

"We have a visitor!" she nearly squealed. A visitor? I bolted upright in my bed. The word sounded so strange, so foreign and exotic. The mere thought of a visitor made me reminisce in the past, a terribly long time ago. Why, the last visitor had been... oh. Him.

I lay back down. The hopeful emotions I had briefly felt faded, and with it my color as well. It seemed as if my skin turned a few shades grayer from my once radiant blue skin. The light barely reflected off anymore, a telltale sign that I was aging.