Once upon a time... there was a beautiful village which thrived on top of a high mountain with beautiful, dense forests. Sadly, the village slowly and slowly became forgotten by people and the elders that once lived there were probably reborn alread...
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Felix opens his eyes slowly and adjusts to the bright light easier than he expected. He takes a deep breath and looks around stunned. Everything around him can be defined in one word: ethereal. A place caught between two worlds, a mysterious part of the Universe, just like the space between the sun and the moon. Felix's mind is clear and he doesn't feel the usual stress weighting down his shoulders. He doesn't feel the usual pressure that causes him severe headaches or the usual fear that turns his stomach upside down. He feels relaxed. He doesn't want to admit, but he likes being like this and almost wishes that this could last forever. It seems like this dimension knows only three colors: the serene blue of the sky, that Felix associates with freedom, the white flowers that surround him, suggesting purity and the small yellow dots lost in the white sea of petals, the pollen that looks like the sun melted, fell like raindrops made of golden fire and painted the immaculate canvas. His gaze gets lost in the wide field of white flowers which seems to meet the blue sky in a thin line at the horizon. A field covered in white Lillies, surrounding Felix like the dew in the morning surrounds a bumblebee sleeping unbothered on a leaf. The sweet smell, slumbering in the open air, makes him smile and think about a safe place. He bends down and picks a flower, the yellow pollen falling on the immaculate petals as he breaks its stem. Felix adds green on the list of colors and notices with wonder how another white Lilly grows from the white sand, taking the place of the flower he holds now. Turning his head around, he notices the beginning of a bridge. It doesn't look like the usual wooden or concrete bridges he saw until now. It's made of glass. A tall and long bridge made of transparent glass, surrounded by a white fog that Felix finds poetical, his imagination building a celestial kingdom at the end of the unique construction, which gets lost among the light, yet dense fog. Before he realizes, he finds himself walking towards the bridge, the white Lillies transforming into white pavement under his feet. He is unknowingly answering the call of destiny as the flower in his hands feels light, serving as a ticket to pass the bridge. He is a bit confused, but doesn't question what is going on. He doesn't feel the need to know as long as this feels right. He deduces that most probably he is just a wandering soul and this place must be Elysium. And if he is at the beginning of the bridge, it means he still has a chance to live. He stops and turns around hesitant, holding the flower a little bit tighter. He should try to find a way to go back, but he can't seem to remember why he left the Earth. How did he get here? What went wrong? Instead of a spoken answer for his silent question, a comforting warmth wraps around his heart and surrounds his whole body, feeling so familiar, just like a pair of phantomatic arms belonging to a lover from the past, present or future. Felix doesn't know. But it feels like home. It feels like he can indulge in that touch for hours and wishes that the feeling could transform into a real person while he bites his lower lip and takes another step towards the bridge. As he walks slowly, each step being light, his mind materializes a tall silhouette with long blonde hair, with rosy cheeks and with stars in his eyes. Felix stretches his hand towards the phantasm, his fingers brushing agains the familiar man's face. Just like a butterfly does when you touch its wings, the blonde man suddenly dissapears, leaving a dusty air behind. Felix's throat hurts, feeling like a well of tears got clogged inside, blocking out his air and making him miss the image of the charming figure. One more step and he would reach the bridge, but why can't he continue forward? Why does it feel like he still has a purpose to fulfill? The white Lilly disappears from his hand and a loud thud resounds from under him. As if there was a storm raging in the ground beneath him, another thunder breaks through the celestial silence. The ground suddenly starts to shake and Felix loses his balance, falling on the white pavement and not feeling any type of pain.
