SENSELESS

I - White Among Red

 

I - White Among Red

                                           ♥ WILD CARD I ♥

First thing I knew when I arrived: I know nothing at all.

Am I dead or am I not, I don't know. All I know is that wherever I am going. it is a whole state of nothingness. 

I continue to walk. What for? That I know not as well. But as I continue to travel on my path, fear cloaked my very soul and questions continued to rise up in my mind. Unimportant and important questions.

Unimportant question number one.

Where am I? 

But yes, truly I do not have a single clue or idea regarding my whereabouts. Not if you count that I know I currently am in a room; I had pushed through so many doors and yet...they lead me to another room that is also cloaked in darkness. I walk through and to nothing but rooms of darkness.

And no matter what, not a single strand of sunlight hit any part of the shadows. Could curtains be drawn over the windows? Or is it currently night time? But what's the most confusing part is that I know where to duck, which direction to go. Nostalgia struck me like a wave...this place is completely familiar. I sense objects around me, could distinguish the sweet fragrance of caramel, mint and sweet delicacies and I wonder once again. In rooms of great darkness, how can there be sweetness at all?

That recent question adds to the list of unimportant questions. Only one question concerns me greatly, the only one I consider important, the only diamond among the pile of ashes.

Who am I?

I push aside another set of doors leading me again to another room of shadows. I fear for my welfare, questions that rise up in my mind choke me and yet, I walk. I want to leave. I need to leave. But pushing aside doors would lead me again to another dark room. A different room of shadows yet the same path of darkness....and familiarity.

I've been here before. I could feel it, sense it through the very marrows of my bones. Not the feeling of returning once again to another room of shadows but being here ages ago. I walked; and walked; and walked. More questions arose, fear rushed the beating of my heart and I ran; and ran; and ran...until I tripped on my skirts and fell, feeling not the hard floor but the softness of something gentle.

And the first strand of light hit the shadows at last.

A gold chandelier with delicate designs of golden cherubs held red candles with hot flames burning in their wicks hung above me. Blinking, I looked down and saw what I had fallen upon: a bed of red, fragrant roses. Well, almost a bed of red roses. One rose so close to my head was white, the only one that stood out in the valleys of red. Rising up to my feet, I held the delicate white rose in my fingers and scanned the entire room. Neatly arranged tables with different sorts of tea, mountains of floats, tipsy cakes and other delicacies that are tempting to be consumed and flowers of different genus--roses, chrysanthemums, tulips and others I can name not--were beautifully arranged in delicate porcelain vases greeted me. Still holding the rose, I gathered my skirts to approach the table. Someone seems to be preparing for a tea party.

"Hello, Mademoiselle."

I gasped and abruptly turned to face a man with beautiful violet eyes, nose to nose.

The man blinked his eyes of the dusk sky and smirked, moving his face to the side. I could feel the heat of embarrassment rising up to my face, praying that flush would disappear instantly. Taking three steps away from him, I bowed deeply, embarrassed.