I recommend reading this one only if you are very curious about the characters. As many of you can tell, I made 'IT' to be whatever the reader decides it to be and that is how I intended since the beginning. However, the story changed from what I have in mind a year ago and 'IT' became something personal. Here is what I made my 'IT' to be. I have to admit this one is more bittersweet that the first ending to the story. I still hope you will enjoy it~
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IT’s Endless Dream
An ephemeral time that only exists on ITs memories, a
bittersweet time where MAGIC occupied a space that became empty after he
left. A dream that for the sake of both
had to be dream again to clean them from guilt and free them once again.
IT walked on MAGIC’s world for many years, trying to find
him but Earth is too big for that to happen in the short time IT had to do so. Luck
was not on ITs side since woken up on the strange place filled with people, IT
was placed on the other side of the world where MAGIC lived. It might have been
on purpose or so, for capricious destiny decided to give IT that fate on Earth.
IT adapted and passed through many hardships as well as blessings and what
humans call ‘miracles’ but never had the chance to meet the one person IT
longed to see once again. IT saw the beauty of nature, of humans, of animals
and what IT missed on the other world which was sincere affection from people.
IT almost felt like a human but could never achieve complete happiness for
there will always be something missing. IT saw the cruelty of people too, how
each other suffer and how they hurt one another, but also how they fight for
what they want and to defend those they consider precious. Just like this, IT
learned and embraced one of the most unfortunate trails of humans…Hope.
Maybe it is not righteous to judge if it was either
fortunate or not what occurred to IT, but just to see it as something that
happens and that is it for that is how life works. It is not always the outcome
but how it occurs and how the individual perceives it. Just like seen a meteor
pass on a cold night for it can be lucky to wish upon that fallen star as it
could be unlucky if the person gets sick afterwards. Also, to wait for this
moment to occur and wait lonely on the freezing cold to just stare at the
beauty of the stars but not obtain the desired occurrence; it could be lucky to
admire the stars and be just fine afterwards as it could be unlucky to be
pissed and get sick afterwards. It depends on perspective, everything much
does. It is just how life works, whenever it goes or doesn’t go as planned and
how you see it happening it is what sometimes counts.
Time flew by and while IT walked the Earth and admired
forests, deserts and lakes, our young hero grew and lived his life with no
dreams. He had goals and was able to reach them but his youth passed away, and
even if IT was to see him on the same plane it wouldn’t have been the same as
when they met. Either way, as I said, the dream had to happen once again and
for this IT had to go back to where IT belongs and our dreamer had to be able
to dream.
Everything occurred in between these lines, for IT died on
Earth and the now not so young man was able to dream again. One night, just
like any other night, after eating with his family, our hero went to sleep.
The first dream he had in a very long time felt similar as
if he had dreamt it before. Rare for he has had only nightmares but this one
didn’t felt like one of those. He could only observe but not move and thought
of sleep paralysis, but was not like the ones he has experienced before.
Instead of nothing moving at all, the place moved towards him as if it was a
movie been displayed in front of him. The panorama looked as any other in
movies, books, and very common that he might have had seen it before. Average
trees, clear sky, a view of a forest during spring with the exception that no
animals were on sight.
He was able to suddenly move his head to the left and saw
an obscure cliff, but didn’t interest him and turned his sight to the right.
This time, he saw a lake in which the water shined to the point that nothing
could be reflected. So luminous that it was hard to describe what was exactly
present in the center. The curious man moved his vision towards it, and the
closer he approached it as if zooming in with an invisible lens, the more his
chest felt compressed with a burning sensation.
Enigmatic as it was magnetic, the sensation of not discovery
something new but of have found something lost and forgotten had the man
intrigued. MAGIC, as he was called before, wanted to shout, to be part and
actually be in that plane that once unknown to his conscious he walked in it before.
Not because of the surrounding but
because of the figure, the shape and person on the center of the incredibly
vivid lake that seemed to be sleeping, resting, waiting. Joy filled MAGIC’s
soul, along with a serene peace. When his vision aligned at the distance of the
shore, the man moved his right hand and it materialize in his view and into the
world. He felt hope and desire to reach that person, that spirit, that feeling
called “IT.”
Unfortunately, just when the man tried to step inside the
lake, abruptly he woke up. He once again saw the same ceiling, the same light
bulb, the same room, and the same darkness of the night in which he has been
living, sleeping, and comforting love. MAGIC woke up in his adored home and to
the woman that he has loved for many dreamless years. He touched her head with
the hand that long to rediscover the secrets of that dreamy land
In his being, only sentiments of gratitude, peace, and joy
existed during that night. The warmth of his bed sheets, the softness of the
pillow and the sight of his wife, comforted the man to no end. He embraced the
love of his life and while closing his eyes to once again sleep, the smell of
roses with a tint of sweetness from hydrangeas bathed in dew, filled his soul
letting him be at peaceful freedom and imaginary happiness.
At the center of the lake, IT also woke up with a chill on
the spine. IT felt MAGIC’s presence once again but when turning around to meet
him, only a faded ghost, a dissolving image, the fragile reflection of MAGIC
appeared for a few seconds. IT cried and smiled since a miracle finally
occurred to IT, and even if it was only a few seconds, even if they didn’t
touch, talk, or saw each other face to face, to IT everything was all a
miracle. IT couldn’t stop crying, the tiny droplets of salty water fell on the
lake and nothing extraordinary took place. The sobbing spirit swam across the
lake where IT saw MAGIC for the last time.
“Sweet and sour mirage may our souls rest in eternal and
blissful peace. I wish for your happiness, that you may be with the person that
waited for you. I shall now hold to my promise and wait for you here, in
this place where I will build a paradise for you. In case you lose your way, in
case you find yourself lonely again, in case you no longer have a home. I will
for you, my magic, my hope, my friend, my love. I don’t regret our time
together, for the memory should not give me an empty sorrow, this despair is my
joy of having met you.
Thanks to you, I have been able to walk on a world
different from my own. I’ve traveled all around your beautiful world and have
experienced many things by myself. Our memories are my treasure and the secret that I will
forever keep in my scarred heart that still has the wounds of the impossible.”
Those were the words IT spoke to the empty wind and
proceeded to swim more but this time to the bottom of the lake. Beautiful rays
of light passed from the surface and hit silver color sand. Still the most
visible object in the blue hue and cold color water was undeniably the red
scarf that MAGIC gave IT.
Preserved underwater with ice dust, blood stains, and
melancholy the scarf remained motionless across the water with one end touching
the bottom of the lake and with the other one pointing up to sky. It was in a
spiral like position that stood gently as if it would fall or float at any
minute.
IT thought of how strange this world must have been to
MAGIC, for whatever he could remember at the time. IT giggled at the irony, the
young man appeared with not memory and also left without it, was it coincidence
or fair trade?
The free spirit whose chains were replaced one for
another, tenderly touched the scarf and placed the fabric around his hands and
then wrapped its body with it while rotating, swimming, and dancing with the
only item that proved that everything occurred in that dream. IT looked up to
the water that had the same color as MAGIC eyes and swam to the surface were a
staircase made out of clouds was waiting for IT. This staircase lead up to IT’s
new eternal sleep bed, which was a normal full moon placed on a navy blue sky.
IT’s tears became the everlasting shiny stars and once in a while one would
fall to the land to become a plant. When IT’s optics would close and the small
dream world be all quiet, it is then in that instant that the moon will become
bright as the sun but of this nobody would ever witness for it was a gift only meant
for MAGIC to see. IT remained silent and
when given the chance of insanity to speak to the empty land during nights, a
melody will give birth to a sweet breeze that carried the void in IT’s spirit.
A dream created by
solitude and filled with love. Destined to cross each other’s path that is how
solitude, IT’s true identity was meant to meet love… MAGIC. After meeting once, forgotten, remembered and
never together, love will come and go while solitude remains. Only magic can do
the impossible possible, for love is only the one who can give anything to solitude. In exchange, solitude would always welcome love and will
unconditionally be there.
Solitude will sleep with the memories of the one she needs
the most, while he lives forgiven her but never truly forgotten her. Both live
in hope, joy, and freedom in their own ways. Even if she knows he will never
come back, she will forever wait alone in vain hope. Only knowing and wishing
for him to be forever happy while on the other side of the spectrum, he finds
reassurance in the fact that he will never be alone for even solitude will be
there in case his world crumbles.
This is how an everlasting dream meant to never be dreamt
by a dreamer, again has told a story about two people, two deities and one
destiny. It is like this that this tale shall end for I, can’t convey my
sentiments to words, nor words to poems, or poems to songs. Breath, saliva, and
the melodic rhythm of my thoughts are the only reality that transcends the
quiet night.
This was the last dream a young man had, and the endless
dream a young lady dreams.
~FIN
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