Sometimes I hear a melody....a far far melody. It seems so distant yet.....so close. It's a beautiful melody yet....the voice so hoarse. It is filled with joy yet drenched in sorrow. Merry laughs heard everywhere .....yet the cries no softer; it is omnipresent yet so.......so stagnant. It seems so unfamiliar.... yet..so nostalgic.
I stand still for a long time etching the surroundings on my mind; The sunlight embellishing the dark, enchanting ravines, the lake as deep as the ocean, full of mysteries..... the blooming lotuses a panoramic view. A cool breeze brushes past my face tickling my nose with the saccharine scent of marjoram clad in the fetid odour of yews.
As I stand in a daze, a hand reaches out to me, a few blackberries held in the palm. I pick the fruits and munch on them. As I relish in the sweetness, I sense a familiar presence again. This time the hand is empty. I notice it had no contours defining it except for a bundle of rays that had taken shape.
I hesitate for a long time thinking 'Whose hand is this', 'Who am I?', 'Where am I', 'Whose voice do I hear', 'Why does all this feel so nostalgic yet so estranged'.
Suddenly there comes a voice "Come on , what are you thinking so hard? Let's go"
I instinctively hold on to the hand and start following the acquainted stranger. We traverse the deserted hills, the meandering valleys, the verdant mountains and the luscious crop fields. The aroma of each place lingering along with us. At last we halt at a vast grassland. Before us a blinding light glows.
I start thinking 'Is this the end? Are we parting ways here?' But our hands remain clasped as we trudge towards the light, fading into oblivion.
As for me I am left alone to my thoughts, if what I saw was a mere illusion or dream? Or was it the vicissitudes of a long forgotten past? Or even more so could it be a promise from the yonder years to share such a future that I have longed for since long?
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Eclisia - Book I (Abode of Eclipses)
Fantasy'Roses are red, Violets are blue Shimmering frost and falling dew Memories once gone shall come back to you The myriads bloom anew' All lands were blessed with spring, the seas' anger quenched. A music had bloomed across lands and seas yet it had wi...
