Darkness.....
Darkness...
Amary slowly opened her eyes to nothing but a mysterious darkness, that surrounded her like thick curtains of dark clouds swarming the sky, carrying the invitation of the looming storm.
"A Dream?"
Suddenly she felt a gust of wind swirl by her body. Amary shivered. A strong sense of restlessness building up in her heart out of nowhere. She walked towards it still. It felt as if something was calling her.
"There?" She asked no one in particular.
Her brows furrowed as she felt a slight warmth of sunlight on her cheeks. The bright golden light filled the whole place when she suddenly realised that she was standing in the centre of a luxurious room. She was alone. Not a single soul was there. The place was quiet like the silence of death. She usually enjoyed the sense of peace solitude brought. But something about this place was different. It was as if the air itself was magnetic, a wistful allure, inviting her to explore the depth of the silence. It felt like it would answer all the questions, even the ones that no one asked.....never knew to ask. It was as if the silence could whisper them into her soul. But it was still weird.....what was she searching answers for?
Another gust of wind blew her out of her daze. Following the rays that spread across the room as if dipped in honey she found the source of the light. It was a huge door made out of some kind of white crystal she had never seen before. There were some ancient structures and unfamiliar scripts carved on it giving a touch of elegance to the otherwise ascetic white. Curtains of light blue and pink swayed by the white pillars creating the illusion of peach blossom and a clear sky reflected on the serene waves of a lake, it reminded her of the peach tree near the lake behind her house. Spending the springs drifting along with the pale pink petals in her afternoon naps had been the greatest source of mental repose in a while.
Amary's village in the land of blossoms was a paradise of an island surrounded by a sea of a thousand floral beauties that accompanied her throughout six seasons. Summer sun would spray its splendour on the breezy petals as she strolled in the field of Cosmos guarded by the fiery flames of the Royal Poinciana trees to the east. Enchanting Jasmine in her backyard bloomed like stars in a clear summer sky. Primroses sneaking out on a slight hint of rain, maple leaves to the west painting the clear waters of the great lakes of Elysia, that surrounded the whole village, in red. Camellias in the winter snow would sing lullabies as the northern peaks of Arcadian mountains turned white. And the cherry blossoms and begonias fluttered in the winds of southern valleys.
Seasons came and left, flowers withered, yet that old pitch tree was somehow ever-blossoming.....it was strange but Amary adored it for that everlasting aspect of it. It accompanied her throughout long unending years after all. Like a protective father.....
This dream is weird. It's making her ponder a lot of useless things.
Amary slightly ran her fingers down the inscriptions while wondering what they read, the words were cold to the touch. As she pushed open the partially closed door, she was suddenly welcomed with a sweet fragrance of lavender. Patches of purple around beautiful fountains with crystal statues of celestial maidens pouring water that trickled down the petals of blue lotuses floating by their feet. The whole floral path was encircled with still figures in white or heavenly deities. Some held weapons like swords and tridents while others holding onto flowers and olive branches. The flight of stairs made out of the entangled roots of some tree that was nowhere within the visible range went up to the grand pavilion in the centre, shaped like a lotus itself.
No matter how you look at it this place does not seem ordinary. Why would she dream of such an ethereal place?
Amidst the trinkling sound of water there was a faint melody drifting out of the pavilion, gently reverberating around the place. Her steps were unhurried as she followed the melody but her heart was racing for some reason. The closer she got the soothing music turned to probing instead. Her curious gaze peered through the smoky white curtains and fell on the svelte back of the person and the resonating strings of the golden harp in between her fingers. The fingers stopped. Melody seized. Long silver locks of hair fluttered in the wind as the person turned back. There was a stir in Amary's heart for a second.
'This might be the most beautiful thing I will ever witness in my life.'
The person had a gaze equivalent to the depth of a thousand oceans, yet bright like sapphire. A gentle smile lingering on the soft lips. She looked like an immortal untouched by the filth of the mortal world, unbothered by the intruder that appeared in front of her out of nowhere. Yet Amary could sense a slight bitterness behind those lashes like glossy butterfly wings.
Why? Why does it feel so familiar?
The person stood up and withdrew her fingers from the harp and murmured something. Amary's lips parted in incomprehension. Everything froze in that second as a dark mist encircled her person. She desperately wanted to free herself from it to no avail.
The streams of water by her feet started to flow backwards and flow up to the sky, conversely the dismal dome over her head had disappeared. Instead, she saw violent waves rising and falling, then being engulfed by the gigantic ocean that somehow had manifested up there. A net of bluish purple spread across the waterbed as it did over her shrunken iris reflecting the malignant mauve moon that loomed on the horizon.
The divine architecture around her had been reduced to fragments of debris floating in the canopy of a tree immeasurable with a single glance. Blades of wind sliced the leaves off of the massive branches swirling through the turbid clouds. She gazed on as the whole world turned upside down. It was a play of seconds.
The person in white stood amidst the storm of debris with a broken harp now, her expressions languid. Amary reached out to her from within the mist in the midst of utter chaos, yet to her consternation, the 'her' in the dream never moved.
It was surely her dream.
Amary's subconscious had no leeway of mulling over the oddities. Suddenly the raging waves over the moon parted ways. Seven iridescent thrones emerged from within the howling depths breaking the swashing waves that protested with giant ripples. Stars scattered around the cryptic moon drizzled over them like a hailstorm. Yet some of them moved in peculiar ways as if ordained by the will of a puppeteer, forming a constellation over the oppressive glare of the empty thrones.
They formed a trident.
The stern white silhouette remained phlegmatic. The broken harp disappeared into golden trails. Instead a giant sword with a golden hue appeared in her hand. She swung it around with a waltzing turn to stab it into the ground, that was the achromatic bark of the giant branch that bent down with the seer force inflicted upon it. The constellation shone on her like a smiling radiance and descended down to gyrate around her. Then it turned into a golden shackle, binding the lone figure in its cold embrace. A gentle smile surfaced on her ever the listless lips.
Amary could feel the warm trails on her face. She frowned with perplexion. The world around her was converging into a blurry mess. She was in the middle of processing the overwhelming and unreasonable emotions when she heard the words coming out of her own mouth,
"Let the Judgement be the Light...."