EMBER

VISIONS AND DREAMS

Fire and Ice

ROBERT FROST

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Earlier that morning......

I was under the same white tree again, under one of its extensive roots. Some of them loop around each other.

This I know is no ordinary tree.

It's branches have no leaves. It has tiny crystals or at least that's what they always look to me. The branches and roots go on extensively in infinite distances.

It's a ghastly tree. It gives off a weird glow, it's eerie but it illuminates everything within miles of the empty space am in. It has a smooth bark, almost crystalline smooth but it's a fine tree.

But it's like the millionth time I have woken up under the same tree and it's still a mystery why to me regardless.

I crawl up from under the root I am tucked under carefully not to get dirty. There are dark loops like miniature black holes surrounding the tree and whatever crystal that is caught in the miniature black whirlpools turns into a watery silver liquid that disappears in to the unknown dark depths.

I know am not alone. I feel it or more like I feel her. I start making my way around the tree and I feel a buzz run through me, more specifically up and down my spine.

I follow it like a beacon. I see her, all in a dark aura around her. How odd, it's darker than usual or maybe because the one around me is brighter than usual too i notice.

It's enveloped so thickly around her am sure am breaking all laws by seeing her. She should not be visible in that thickness.

But it's not the first time am seeing her. It's that figment of my imagination that Dr Monroe says has become an unhealthy liability that may endanger my mental health, that is if it's not already damaged it of course.

But she fascinates me every time I see her, she makes me curious. I feel an unexplainable thrill seeing her all the time accompanied by the usual dread.

Her intense black eyes focus on me and she looks like she can see right through me, I shiver a bit. She considers me like she is in deep thought her head tilting to the side a bit, she's curious too I realize but this is our routine for like the a hundredth time.

She starts walking towards me, or more like drifting because her feet never actually touch the ground.

She is timelessly beautiful.

Her raven hair cascading to her waist like an oil fountain. We were a foot apart now.

She mirrors my actions like we have the same mind and regards me with a cynical smile as she raises her hand, I smile back and follow her motion.

I love the thrill of this. We are inches apart but I know what happens and am sure she knows too from the way she is smiling. Am crazy.

The moment our fingers touch, a sizzling pain runs through my mind and intensifies like electricity in my body but I feel more.

Unlimited raw power singing in my blood through the very core of my soul and the recognition of this shocks me. Voices. Then nothing. Like a vacuum and right on cue am catapulted back to reality falling hard from my bed on to my back.