Every sparkle. My eyes carefully absorb every fraction of light showing through the cracks in the roughly brightened environment. Whilst my body is resting on the cold ground using the soft newly fallen snow as my nature-given mattress, the gap between my heartbeats narrows, making me choke on my own breath. Suddenly I become aware of the loneliness my soul is treated with; the lack of social interaction and the absence of living individuals in my presence frightens me. The vain fear strikes me like an atomic bomb of fear, terror powerfully causing my body to shake vigorously. I feel unsafe.
I hear a crackle, the sound is a great distance away from where I'm resting, but it's still clear enough for me to recognise the source of it. A Human. Like me. The sound of the Human gets louder as the soul-carrier approaches me. It doesn't take long until the Human is standing by me, gazing at me, still lying on the snow-coated surface of soil. He lies down next to me, His eyes still locked with mine. After a heartbeat His mouth opens and with a mediocre voice he sends me a verbal message. He is starving. He is lonely. He wants to be fed, both physically and mentally. His words screech through his sore throat and his heart is manically calling for help.
The lights from underneath the small cracks seek out and dimly illuminates his face. It's gorgeous, not too flawless but that is the beauty of it. His eyes are dull, the pigment of his iris clearly proves the lack of nutrients and sleep he had gone through. He feels pain as brutal but yet as fast as dropping grains of salt into an fresh, deep wound - it burns, although the blazing fire on His wound will heal him. He doesn't seem to notice it though as He says "I am going to die", His lips curls up into a wide, bright smile.
He tells me about the inevitability of death. Every book has a last page, so do our lives. Our existence is nothing but a temporary visit, a uselessness on walking legs. When you cease to exist, everything you have built up in your mind disappears with your existence and conscience. Every action we take will inevitably fade away after our last heartbeat and leave the universe within an extremely short amount of time. Our dreams, the deep ambition our lungs breathe for will vanish as fast as a the luscious extinct pieces of our world. There is no such things as eternity, end happens to every matter.
I beg him to close his deep forest green eyes and take my hand. That is when I invite him into my rich and tearable dreamworld. Together, we slowly enter the dreamworld, my dreamworld. The world stands there, decorated with marvellous mountains beyond the edge of the horizons, hills coated with fresh grass and newly bloomed flowers that are bursting with pleasant aroma. The air is warm but simultaneously so crisp and the sun lies comfortably behind the fluffy clouds.
The Human happily meets my eyes.
He is not starving. He is not lonely. He has been fed, both physically and mentally. His words are softer than the softest piece of fabric ever created, His heart cheerfully spreads out happiness.
Neither He nor I will decease, as long as we stay in my dreamworld, we will be safe.
