The Garden Of Hibiscus

3

"A dancing heart,
Could easily follow the rhythm of existence..
It was all bloody and tired
It wanted to convey a lot
But it was dancing; the outer body, full of smile
It was hurting,hurting and hurting
But it knew something, something was only for its existence.
The heart was still dancing.
It was INSANITY ”

" Hm." the man who hmmed seems rather satisfied

"Do you know who the writer is?" asked the man.

"I recall it’s lady Ming. " the reader said.

"No, do you know what kind of lady she was?"

"Unfortunately, I do not my sir. "

"She was the daughter of the late minister. "

"She died two years ago, with an unexpected disease, right sir? "

"Yeah that't very unfortunate of her. I heard she was very close with the emperor. He used to cherish her very much beside her being sharply against to be his consort. "
"That’s so impressive, I mean she has a will to decline. "
"We can get the idea from this right? His majestys respect for her. "
"Truly! "

"Sir Li Huan!" A distant voice that caught both the man and the reader their attention.

"What it is? You know that I don’t like the idea to be called out in my reading time with master Xian. " the reader stood up rather angrily.

"My apolozies sir! But the order of books has arrived and it seems impossible that the deliver doesn’t want to hand those over without your presence. " the guard said lowering his face to the point it looks like he is in prayer while prostrating.

"That is fine. This seems important. I will be looking forward to see you in our next schedule. " the man who is to be called master Xian said.

"Oh yes! I will be eagerly waiting for that. "

Li Huan left the room with the guard. He found himself with a tons of books. He thought silently, how many weeks he will be able to read them to the master. He gave the deliver his stamp and he left the place. "A long day it will be,organizing all these books. " he said and let out a sigh.

°°°

It has been two years in my dream. After that encounter with that mysterious old man. The one who gave me his fortune. I don’t know what the real thing behind this. But it all started when he gave that smoking pipe. I remember, I did took that pipe with me. Placed it in my bookshelf. And the very day, at night when I slept it happened. I found myself in this unexpected place. In the time we used to read in history books. The very "Chinese Dynasty "

When I wake up from my dream and couldn’t comprehend whatever is happening, it made my head blank and I almost went crazy. That time, the man who I call 'Master Xian' came and hold my hand. He said how I was poisoned in the last banquet that was held in the Imperial palace. That poisoning has got me to the point I forgot some of my memories. But as I know, nothing makes any sense here. I was simply praying to wake from my dream.

Even tho I have never in my life knew chinese, it seems I can just understand everything alright. Like it was the language I have always spoken. I can also read and write them. Surprisingly I am also the one who reads poetry whenever there is any occasion. Also I am a personal reader of master Xian.

The name I had in my actual life is Rihan. There is no way I will forget my name. But here, it is says to be 'Li Huan'. I have given it a hard thought. And eventually find it amazing that the way they pronounce 'Li' is like 'Ré' and 'Huan' is almost similar to 'han'. It is as if Li Huan is the Rihan in my time.

After spending here almost two years,I started to think maybe my life as a south asian country might be the real dream. I shouldn’t have slept this long anyways. Then this happened. When finally I was grabbing this situation withing my limits. I wake up one early morning. The same morning,in my usual bed, in my usual same apartment. I checked my phone and it was the day after I met that old man. After having that long dream I didn’t feel anything wrong with my body. Nothing at all. I didn’t feel any tiredness either. All normal like always. I went to my varsity, attended all the classes came back home. I couldn’t have the courage to go to the bookshop that day. I cooked like everyday,studied and went to sleep. Then when I realized what is going to happen every day. The moment I slept, I came back to my chamber. Lying in my bed in chinese dynasty.

Every day this keep happening and only thing that is different is my time of the dream. The duration is always different. Sometimes, I wake up after a day has passed. Or sometimes it’s after a month. Only my first dream was about almost two years. The longest.

I don’t understand the purpose of this game. Not yet,but I eventually will. I must! I hope to find what fortune I was given to me. What will be happening next. I just hope this life won't so suffocating as the real life I have.

TBC :')