Rhythm's Journey

III - 'Forest of Wonders'

I wondered if it was all an illusion or those messy emotions in me were just another couple of lies to cover my melancholic state.

I couldn't seem to stop listening to the peaceful tunes that engulfed my body and soul, as though they had finally caught me in their net and kept me under their control.

I wasn't even sure if I was addicted to the sounds anymore, everything just seemed too peaceful, and now that it was quite impossible for troubles to occur, I didn't want to run away from this state of mind.

Eventually, those emotions would come to me and remind me of my horrible past and how I wasn't aware of the dangers of listening to those pleasant sounds.

Another thought would come by and persuade me into thinking the magical melodies were just another group of baits and they were nothing worth my attention.

Yet, I couldn't stop listening.

I was in a battle with my train of thought as I acted stubbornly and continued my search for the origins of those sounds.

Who brought them here?

I want to know where they came from.

My senses would accompany my desire as I gently stood up and moved away from my original position, feeling the first hint of warmth that surrounded my body.

As slowly as I could, my eyes opened together with the rhythms of the musical notes, just to fill my vision with a scene way too magical to have ever existed.

As of where I stood, I began to realise how the melodic sounds weren't the only beautiful things that enveloped the dull space.

Where I have been sleeping for more than a decade belonged to the heart of a wondrous forest that stood in the middle of nowhere.

It was the last place I have visited before falling into my deep slumber, noticing how every single thing in here looked extremely familiar, as though they were carved in my forgotten memories.

"The Forest of Wonders."

I would call it.

That was just another place abandoned by mankind, yet it continued to grow so perfectly as though its will to survive was much stronger than anything else.

Not only was the place owned by the secrets of nature, everything else seemed to obey its rules and lived magically throughout the years without having to be found by any other living things, including the hands of the cruel people.

Occasionally, echoes of human voices would be heard through the thick mist, as though they came from a place far away, yet no sight of any other species would enter the forest without its consent.

Apparently,

Nature has only invited the source of music into its world.

The trees would have been a spot of attraction as they happened to grow non-stop, till they reached the ceiling of the sky, and their dark, olive leaves acted as the shelter in the forest.

Their tree branches, on the other hand, were thicker than boulders as they stretched themselves into every direction possible and mimicked the shadow of a giant.

The bushes and flowers were only as natural as they seemed to be, their outercoats being painted in various shades that defined their personalities.

If ever I was to prove that they weren't artificial, or in other words, made as products in a research lab, those peculiar flowers only seemed to bloom in the middle of the night as they slept invisibly during the day.

I wasn't particularly fascinated by all those mysterious species that looked rather abnormal, as they just happened to be born in those ways, named as 'anomalous breeds'.

Who called them different?

Who knew they didn't quite suit the rest of the 'usual plants'?

I didn't quite understand the reasons as to why they were excluded from the society of nature yet they looked the same to me, just plants, in general!

Some creatures do appear quite frequently and though they weren't entirely friendly, I had tried to stroke them softly on their back or caress their thick, cream furs just to see them closing their eyes gently and letting out a soft growl.

The others were only hiding away from the heart of the forest because there was something that managed to fit itself onto the best spot of the place, under the sunlight.

She was standing right in the middle of everything, while a tiny circle of wild daisies and tulip bushes lined around her as she continued to stand there in a rather proud manner.

I supposed she was the source and the origin that produced all those magical rhythms and musical notes.

Yet another familiar being she seemed to be, I wasn't entirely satisfied to greet her in the same place as I last saw her presence.

I wondered how people seemed to have forgotten you again,

Grand Piano. 

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