Young Royals: the story continues

One more beginning.

Chapter 50.

Wilhelm

The street lamps are already lit, staining the sky with the shadows of their poles. The sun is setting behind the whitish mountains, entirely pure and unpolluted.
I could walk back to the origin and forget the road I have yet to travel, I could simply ignore the winter figuration in front of me, and go back to the beginning of all this. I could but I don't plan to.

This may be the next beginning and the predecessor ending to the next.
There may even be many more. More beginnings and more endings. I long for many more to come, after all it is the next beginnings that interest me.

There is a sense of stillness in the air, a white peace. There is nothing but snow and mountains full of it.

Without fear of wetting my canvas pants, I take a seat in it, hungry for more. More of this, of the view, of the silence, of the opportunity to be, without any pressure.

Surprisingly my pants don't get wet and my smile couldn't be bigger, as I would have expected an icy blast or a discomfort from the cold, but I perceive absolutely nothing.

I close my eyes and am grateful for the new sensation. I breathe unhindered. I move lightly, wrapping my arms around my knees and leaning my head on them. I decide to disconnect from everything because there is nothing to prevent me from the full experience. I separate my body from my mind and let myself go, I let myself be surprised by the unconscious.

When I open my eyes, I notice that the sky is no longer amber, but reddish; there is no longer a glint of the fire star. Only traces of it having appeared here, a few hours ago before my company.
And even if everything is perfect just now, without a single noise or a single visual contamination, my body starts trembling strangely and even then I would not get up, because the plain view of a solitary landscape is not easily obtained; but I do, I get up because of the voices that resurface from nowhere.

Anxious, I try to find out where that sound comes from, but I don't succeed. Around me there is nothing but snow and the blurred shadows of distant mountains to my left, in front of me there is nothingness (the sky merging with the horizon, like a great blank sheet of paper).

-Don't just stand there! -They shout, "Move, go on!

The landscape is no longer perceived in the same way, now what envelops me is the violet of the snow with salamander orange brushstrokes.

-Who is it? -I proceed to form a circumference with my hands over my lips to raise the tone of my voice, imitating a horn. However, it is not necessary, as the emptiness in which I find myself copies me, emitting an echo.

-What are you asking?! -More echo from the other side. Do as you're told, now!

-What are you talking about? -I make no effort to shout.

-Now! The avalanche! On you!

I turn 180 degrees without locating anything. I immediately think I'm being made fun of.

-It's sad.

-What?

And, even though I've already turned to see what's behind me, in the blink of an eye the cabin looms. My heart flutters as I notice it, right there, in the middle of nowhere where there was nothing but snow.

-The one with nothing left for you. -I hear the same voice, as if it had given up on me. And then silence again.

I feel my chest swell as soon as the cabin moves away. I run desperately to the little wooden house with its twinkling neon lights. Once the path to it is short, I realize what is really in front of me. It's not just any cabin. It's our cabin.