Journey Through the I-Worlds

“...The sick Young man told the Prince that even if he
dared to break the decree, she couldn’t fl y anyway. He was
disabled. And then his friend did the unthinkable. He
soared upward, above the heads of the crowd that had
surrounded the house, including the guard, and fl ew to
seek the soul of his friend. When he tried to come back,
the guard fl ung weapons at him. He turned around over
the house, cried out his goodbye to the Young man, and
fl ew back to the island, where his family lived. But his
work had been done. His parting words had marked
themselves indelibly on the young one’s memory:
“You’re sick, because you do not fl y!”...”
“...They are more than a couple, these two, more than
a family... They are a starry brother and sister. They are
the very one, divided into two halves. Separation was
not logical. It dissected the soul into halves, music – into
halves, poems – into halves, feelings – into halves. She
swings with her arms, his feet start dancing, he touches the
strings, her throat bursts with a song. She hurts, he cries
out; he’s happy, she composes a prayer of the delight....”
“...The Good Enchantress was having a rest after a hard
quest. As usual, she had been saving someone from the
trouble, and as usual, she was successful. Now she was
back home and relaxed, lying on the sofa with a book of
fairy tales. She was thinking of putting her book on the
couch-side table and falling asleep right there when there
was a quiet knock. This was how the magical computer
announced the arrival of an urgent email. The Enchantress
reluctantly got up from the sofa, looked at the screen,
and was terribly surprised. Right out from the computer
screen, weird creatures were stepping onto the desk. They
were all of different sizes, from a small mojibake of a
mouse’s size, to a huge monster that occupied half of the
bedroom. ..”