I walk under the blazing sun, yet I have no shadow. People around me are made of crystal, and they walk at such calm pace it irritates me. As I continue my pointless journey, a river follows my steps; a river salty as the deep dark sea.
My mind flies away into oblivion as I think of the unreachable knight that stands at the gate of a rather unknown place. Knight, oh knight, what are you guarding with such grace? Or perhaps you're just standing there, pondering about the things that were, that are, and that will be. But you remain silent, maybe because I haven't muttered a word either. Since my voice is faint, I will just walk away.
I reached home and the now boiling water made the teapot whistle. My exhausted legs struggled to walk towards the black stove. It all seemed like nonsense, like if something was off and getting in the way.
I decided to go for a walk again; getting some more fresh air might help, but as I walked outside all I saw was a thick grey fog. I lost my way. My thoughts were once again gazing at the knight.
As I continued walking I saw a light far away; it was solid, calm, and so small. I went on my new path towards the light, but it seemed as if I wasn't getting any closer, as if the light was walking away at the same pace I was.
After some time, I got out of the fog, and the light turned into a human silhouette far away. Was it, perhaps, the knight? Was he done guarding the gate? I don't know, and I can only wonder. What I do know is that it looked empty and full, like someone who gazes into the sea expecting to get lost in the constant waves.
I wanted to get closer, to ask who he was, but I couldn't, the unsettling calmness he gave me was too beautiful to disturb, so I just stood there for a while and then... then I just returned home.
Even though the sky seems darker than usual, a bright light fills my room. The void suddenly goes silent, and an egg starts to hatch. I hear the pounding of a door, but I'm too afraid to open it, I know the knight will be on the other side, but at what cost? He's not the one knocking on the door, and I do not wish to disturb him.
What a terrible situation I have found myself into, I know where the light touches the ocean, I know where the thing everyone searches for is, but when I mention it I'm told it's not what they're looking for. Yet I see the knight far away pondering about where that place might be, but I do not wish to disturb him. If I open the door, I will find the path to such place, but I will also trouble him.
My voice becomes dim like the light coming from my window, my whole self trembles, but I refuse to worry, I refuse to bother him. I have no fear, I have not much to lose, I'm safe, yet I do not wish to disturb him. Perhaps the white sun will help me, he will, I know it.
Even when told to be calm I simmer at low heat.
