I awaken. Some sort of drive makes me walk. Something allows me to follow the path. At the end of the path... A book with the branches of a blossom tree stretching over the book. Protecting it. I walk over to the book and open it... I started to read. The story was about a young lady, and her failures and successes. One of these such successes was the success of triumph. She had triumphed over love. Not only had she found a reason to be independent. She had learned how to be independent. But maybe... She was too independent. She had tried to go on an adventure, but of course she went alone. She biked and biked and biked till the end of a path. The book ended... I closed the book. I looked up and the tree which once held luscious petals now had dark, shriveled leaves... But one remained. One leaf remained pink. I looked at it and studied it. I plucked it off.
My world plunged into a dark despair. The leaf that was pink and ripe was now shriveled smaller than the rest. I looked around and eerie trees that didn't have the gracefulness of the blossom tree loomed up above me. They were tall and menacing. Reaching not to protect but to threaten. The path urged me to follow it back. I turned around to see that the book and tree were no longer there but there was a light. Not a ray of light. Not a source of light. Just... Light. I walk to touch it.
Fine~
