Winged : The Beginning Of All Myth And Magic

Dreams...

A hazy image of lilac darkness enveloped me. I blinked my eyes to get a better view of whats around. There are giant lank trees all around me and a soft glow of purple flooded the ground. What is that sound? Harp? I know this tune. It sounds familiar. But how. I see light at the bending end and I hurry forwards to find an exit. To my surprise I saw woman. Her appearance is inexplicable. She was supernatural.her skin glowed so luminous as if it seemed like all the light and life present in the forest is because of her..as if she is the only source of light like a moon. Her flowing hair was like a bundle of golden silk strands and her eyes were silver, her lips pink and her cheeks flushed as she moved her slender fingers in a stone encrusted harp. I was too stunned to know what I am doing. I walked straight up to her and she looked up at me beneath those long lashes her eyes glowed like opals and she smiled that it warmed my heart like ginger cookies." Who are you? What is this place? " I asked her but not a word came out of my mouth." You must embrace, you must believe" She said but not through her mouth but ,her mind and the voice flowed through my mind like cream. She stood up and touched my left cheek and I instinctively closed my eyes and said "you are ready" and when I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was my digital alarm clock which has glowing red digits that glowed 3 in the morning. I was in a very uncomfortable position leaning on my desk. Later I realized its my book that I have granted as my pillow. I rubbed my sleep deprived sore eyes and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand to get rid of the dreamland saliva still lingering over what I saw. I shook my head keeping those visions aside I try to sleep. Tomorrow I have an appointment with Mr Silverwater. Afterall it took me a whole three months wait to get a meeting fixed with the world renouned crystal lover and breakthrough discovery on crystal powers. Things a journalist must do.Phew.