The Philosopher's Stone: An Escape from Reality

CHAPTER 9: THE RUBAIYAT

           Someone started to play a guitar. I can't see it because my eyes are still in the state of adaptation from the bright light of the philosopher's stone.

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"I close my eyes

Only for a moment and the moment's gone

All my dreams

Pass before my eyes

Dust in the wind

All they are is dust in the wind

Same old song

Just a drop of water in an endless sea

All we do

Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind

All we are is dust in the wind

Now don't hang on

Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and Sky

It slips away

And your money won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind

All we are is dust in the wind

All we are is dust in the wind"

           As the song stopped, both my eyes gained their normal vision and I saw doctor V putting down the guitar. "What can you say to that song?" he asked. "That song looks like about life. And it reminds me of one thing," I answered.

           I looked around the place where the philosopher's stone brought us. This place looked familiar to me. I'm sure I saw it from the net. This place has a lot of houses carved out of huge rocks. They looked dry but it pleased my eyes.

           No one was around except us. Then suddenly, the wind blew. This place looks empty even if it is so beautiful.

          We started to walk around the place and I saw a paper and a flashback occurred into my mind. It wasn't clear enough but I can see a child, that's me! I was crying back then. And then I saw a high schooler, that's also me. I was skipping from my class. That was the things that I had gone through. And then, I saw myself in the mirror. I was lying in a coffin filled with white roses. "What have I done to myself?" I asked to myself.

           Life is really important. You should not waste any time. Fill it with good deeds for we don't know when will it would be taken from us.

           And then, my senses came back. I saw the paper I was holding a while and in that paper, it was written:

"The Rubaiyat"