The garden was still

The garden was still
>the garden was still, the wind had died down
>all the little birds had been scared away from the blooming flowers and fruit
>All the little insects have been squashed and chased away
>the garden was safe and it was still now
>All that remained now was the harvest
>it would take sometime now, with her sisters gossiping, but that was little bother
>When it was time to harvest, it was time to harvest even if it took from dawn to sunset
>she wished her sisters would join her in tending the garden they all partook from
>but it'd be rude to demand such things
>So she took her sickle and went to work plucking all the tasty, juicy fruits hanging over her head, and all the scrumptious treats growing under the soft ground
"Must we wait for her?" A fallen astartes of dorn asked his "Sister in arms" as they both watched the lunatic before them harvesting the frozen screaming skulls that had become soaked in crawling ooze and horrid roots made of their own veins turned flora
"Yes, she gets troublesome when she is....unable to tend to her garden" the thousand scholars marine said, lifting her head up away from the site "it may delay us, but her creations are worth the wait, I assure you"
"It just seems like senseless butchery to me" the son of dorn growled "We could be doing so much more besides watching over her like shepards"
"We mustn't let her see the truth of things, she was a follower of isha before her mind rotted, when she glimpses reality now she shatters not only in mind but..." the scholar said slowly, to make sure the worry carried on her voice
"So why don't we just put her out of our misery?" the fist asked, watching as the porcelain doll stained red stalked through the field of men who've sprouted cancerous growths like wheat on an agri world
"Her works are worth it" the scholar said dully "besides, it is fascinating to watch"
"Fine...I just wish we weren't her watch dogs" the fist growled, shaking his head as the doll turned to them
>One of her eyes was cracked down the middle
>revealing a compound eye like a fly hidden behind the glassy flesh
>She stared with annoyance
"Aren't you going to help me, dear sisters?"
"Later sister, we're discussing things of a more pressing nature, important things run along and play" Her yellow, wide shoulder sister hissed at her
"We will shortly, after our...talk" her red skin sister giggled
"But what could be more important than the harvest?" She asked dully, shaking her head as she raised her sickle blade
"I can tolerate her, I just wish she stop calling me sister" the son of dorn said, a roar building in his voice
>She did not notice, she simply saw her two fair skinned sister standing among posies, their red and yellow dresses moving in the wind now
>Instead of the two armored warriors standing among shattered war machines