A Dream of Hope

IV

I heard a voice far away that uttered the vowels and consonants of my name. A voice so soft and so high could have only been that of a beautiful woman, maybe the most beautiful one that my eyes would ever lay upon. I could truly find real love in this forest, like those younglings whose initials were cut into the tree's wood. I walked, and I walked, more and more, increasing my pace with every single step I made. I hurried, fearing the voice might disappear, but the closer I thought I was getting, the further it seemed I was straying. My steps were too much of a hassle, I was floating like a nocturne butterfly attracted to powerful light, as if our souls had been already bound together just by simple destiny. The bond was so strong, I felt attached to her with a chain, which got shorter and shorter the closer I got to her. I felt so happy, something I hadn't felt in while. I was sure it was real, and now I know that it was indeed. But that was not the problem.

Something was strange. The rainbow suddenly disappeared, and my dream ended. I remembered everything as if it was yesterday. The grass was blackening and dying, the trees and flowers were simply illusions created by my unconsciousness. They even formed that emblem whose sight I despised so much. I never even thought about it, yet it was obvious. This was all a trap, ever since the very beginning, but I could do naught of this damned trance. That sublime waterfall I admired so much was noting but a dull big black rock, surrounded by a puddle of darkening mud. The most beautiful voice I had heard in my entire life was also a figment of my imagination. In actuality, a man, looking half-dead outside and inside, came rushing through the woods, shouting at the top of his lungs 'Here he is'. They had a plan laid out, they strategized, and they followed it, and eventually, it led them to success. Unfortunately, their idea of success was opposite of mine.