Madness string 122591

Random mermaid
The angel, Sophia, you met is a small part of her god, and yet she has never seen the god directly. She can't; it would kill her instantly. Instead there were the highest tiers of angels with ten mouths, two thousand ears and ten thousand eyes. When the god was to give an order, his voice would shatter a hundred of the angels' ears and his visage would burn away a thousand eyes. When the angel repeats the gods' words to Sophia, that mouth would never be able to speak again. The angel's inevitable fate was to be deaf and blind and use its remaining mouths to sing the god's praises for the rest of eternity.
You remember places, smells, sounds, blurry faceless figures of people who were once a major part of your life but now might as well not have existed. A birthday party in a strange, colourful room. A vast, bewildering out-of-town supermarket on a rainy Saturday. A garden patio on a warm summer evening, more youthful versions of your relatives chatting amongst themselves, using words you can't understand. It's unlikely you can recall any specific events, and you probably can't place them in any sort of context, but you remember that they happened. You remember how you felt. You remember being there.