wait for me [illumi zoldyck]

59. Red Birds, White Eyes

Mia

Milky pink bleeds into a deep red over the canvas that is the sky. There are many hills, in the near distance, amongst slow-drifting orange clouds. The gravity here feels lighter, and there are large crimson birds in the sky who simply glide without needing to bat their wings. They all resemble the same bird I encountered, in the mortal realm. The bird which transformed into the Creator.

I find myself seated before at an intricate glass table, in the middle of a bustling outdoor restaurant. All around me are individuals with baffling features. A waitress who carries a large tray filled with food, who happens to walk right by me, draws my attention with cobalt blue locks that hang all the way past her hips in thick braids. She sets the tray of food on a table before a group of small creature-like beings with red skin and red hair.

Everything about the scenery before me is perplexing. My head feels light, taking in all the strange colors, people and their voices. Nothing about anything is normal, including my being here.

The grass-like ground beneath my feet glows a stark white, illuminating the sides of my shoes. The color almost makes it seem as though the floor is covered in a thin layer of snow. Yet, the weather is contrastingly warm here.

"Consider yourself lucky, human. You are the first and only human to ever lay their eyes over this realm."

I turn, facing the Creator, who sits across from me on this small circular table. He looks grande and strangely at home. His fortuitous features and stature scream nothing more than that he belongs in this strange world. Oddly enough, the first thing I come to notice about him is that his eye color has changed drastically, and now matches the ground beneath our feet - stark white.

The only other two beings who seem to replicate such eccentricity in physical appearance would have to be Kyser or Cyrus, who are both immortals. Yet, even they seem to be quite dull in comparison to the all-important Creator.

I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling out of place and extremely uncomfortable in this environment. The world has suddenly become so much bigger and it almost feels as though it will eat me all up.

"Your eyes have changed color," I murmur, trying to fill the excruciatingly awkward quiet space between the two of us. The Creator's eyes, once a silver luster, are now entirely white and void of any color. A shiver runs down my spine, fear crawling up my guts, at the mere sight of them. The change is too drastic to go unnoticed. Yet, the moment I utter those words, I instantly feel foolish for bringing it up. There is no way that a being as important and powerful as the Creator would care to explain such things to a mortal like me.

"Yes, they do change quite frequently, actually" he hums, with a small smile. "I believe, in this realm, they become white."

He motions up to his eyes, as he speaks. His hands are large, fingers long and slender.

I blink, taken aback by his casual reply, having expected him to respond much differently. His light-heartedness completely contrasts the impression he gave off just a few moments ago, back in the mortal realm.

The information spilling from his lips does not go missed. Despite the lagging fear which dwells within me, I find myself wanting to hear him share more about himself and this realm he seems to originate from.

Just his voice alone, neither feminine nor masculine, can draw the attention of any large crowd. At least, from where I come from.

"Yeah," I reply in a small voice, watching him carefully.

He nods his head, glistening white hair shifting over his forehead. "Does it scare you?" he looks out into the distance, not quite paying attention to me.