Catching Words

No wind, just an intense fume of warmth, and the fake lights of a city night
A need to create, a need to feel, a need to catch words that don't come to me.

This is the dead end of certainty, the logic that bounds phrases be gone,
There are no meanings and there's no flow, what has my mind done?

Immovable with no way to go, I wish to fly or fall but obviously I can't
If I were to ask for help, my mouth won't move, I be stuck with a lack of words.

What it is there to convey anyway? The solitude, the darkness, the person that I am?
I don't have a muse nor inspiration, no precise sentiment nor a specific memory...

Is this a waste of time, lost in the wonder of nothing, perhaps an unfulfilling wish to be?
These are words, objects, logic and a rhythm of waves that still don't make sense.

I just want to catch them all: feelings, memories, statements, ideas, feelings
Catch them, make them my own, let them be a pattern created from my soul.

Absurd that nothing comes up at this time, at this night, at this hour,
Everything seems to be living endlessly in a powerless breath.


Jumping in space, net in hand, I still can't catch those stardust words,
Am I wrong in trying to catch them just on my own?

It doesn't matter anyway,
It is a fruitless adventure...

To catch words in a mute space...with nobody to help.

Tiny Poem

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.

'Undress me'

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New Home at hitRECord! and Unique Mask of Fakeness

Hello Lovely People~

Just dropping by to say that I have a new home for all my artistic stuff (beside here and redbubble) at hitRECord.

My Lovely Account

Why did I sign up? Duh~ because of my love for Joseph Gordon Levitt aka: RegularJoe, and because I want to be on the TV show!!! lolololol 

Just kidding, I don't care about that. I just want more people to see my art and all the crazy beautiful stuff that I do~

Plus, they have challenges and stuff that stimulates my artistic inventive self. I just wrote something for the 10min challenge for the word FAKE:

 Unique Mask of Fakeness

Am I fake?

Facing the crowd every single day I walked with a painted common mask.

Anguish does not reflect on my face for I have hidden it very well.

Kindness is what my colored lips try to speak in a monotone voice.

Emotionless and detached from this common world in order to speak the truth.

 At the end of the day I wash my face and the color of my cognitive being disappears as it is washed by the water. I no longer have to imitate others and the fragile me can relax and dream of who I could become tomorrow. It is cowardice or just the simple egocentric and egoist me who wants to keep who I really am, looked inside for nobody to see except me.

Am I fake?

If I am fake, what or who am I faking to be? Then, who it is the original me?

I know who I am and who to be, I should no longer be fake but just then who is the mask?

Am I fake for playing someone who I am not but conscious at the same time of who I am?

But the fakeness that I play it is part of who I am for the time I take to be under the mask, it is indeed still the original me who have chosen to who to imitate and what to do.

Fakeness... Don't make me laugh

I am me and a thousand in the genuine combination that I have chosen the pattern to paint on the mask.

So yeah, wish me luck and cross your fingers so that I could get famous and finally meet my boyfriend, Joe ;)

Love your faces and if you have the time, drop by and give me some love~

Ohh and I also got into instagram, add me if you would like:  DKCesia

Ciao~

Lovely betches ;)

His Last Dream- Part IV (Own Story & Complete Second Draft)

Part I- His Last Dream

Part II- His Last Dream

Part III- His Last Dream

Both characters reflected each other, separated by the thick icy material. The ghostly creature also touching the lake had its legs up, and floating as if also swimming in water as if imitating MAGIC in its own way. The thing didn’t have a face and thus no expression could be read, but the irritated human imagined it to be smiling and most likely in a burlesque manner. 

The young human hit the frozen layer with the dull part of the knife but no significant damage occurred. A few small cracks could be seen and these were enough to embed the knife. The desperate man backed up a little and kicked the knife in the ice layer as hard as possible. He kicked it until the ice finally cracked enough for him to pull and push it apart to make an exit.

The creature moved away by pushing itself up first as if coming out of the water too, but then it moved to the side and out of MAGIC’s vision. The protagonist didn’t forget the blade and with the last breath he had in his lungs; MAGIC took hold of it and pulled it out from the piece of ice that was been pushed away with his feet. After acquiring his only weapon, the young man came out of the smoking water. He went forward and out of the gap no longer having sight on the creature; he thought the spirit was long gone but he was wrong. Only two feet away, the creature remained static. MAGIC noticing the pale monster while trying to stay on top of the unstable frozen surface; planned his next move with the intention to either kill the being in one blow; but then he thought of just to harm it and possibly torture it in order to make it talk or indicate where the kidnapped victim was located.  

MAGIC jumped and ran towards it; the spirit flew to the opposite side and turned to swept MAGIC away by controlling the wind around. The exhausted man walked a few steps back due to the force the wind was exerting on him. When the wind ceased to propel the young man; he took advantage of the time and with perfect aim threw the iced dagger to the creature’s back just when this one tried to escape. 

The spirit drop to its knees and screamed in pain; from the injury a viscous black substance came out. The creature gave up and let itself crash completely on the icy ground, oddly the body didn’t look heavy in mass but still resonated on the ground. The sight could be described as a lightly angelic feather falling on the ground in slow motion, dust and fluff weren’t on the view but might as well have been shadows of falling stars, meteors without a name. MAGIC with a certain confidence approached it, confidence like a hunter that had killed its prey. 

A few steps away and MAGIC could already taste victory along the bitter taste of rage. The being been a whole mess of disgusting accumulation of mass and fluid, no longer had any beauty for it was all vomit along the black acid that was coming out of its nonexistent mouth. The disdainful man kicked the knife further in, making the creature kiss the ground. A sound, a lament, a cry was in harmony and frequency with the melting noise of something. Fumes came from underneath the injured spirit; the smell and whatever followed next could only be described as sulfur burning. Blue flames also appeared and the impassive human only moved to the creature’s left side. He took the blade out with his left hand while putting pressure on the creature’s back by stepping on it with his right foot, similar gesture and position as when he was retrieving the knife out from the frozen lake. Difference only in effort for it didn’t require much of it to be out of the carnal body.  

The droplets of black acidic liquid rapidly melted the ground at touch, after slowly descending from the untouched blade. The smell changed to putrid meat, if it weren’t for the destructive composition of the viscous liquid, maggots could have easily lived in the flaming organism that appeared to be in decomposition. MAGIC’s face had no change even with the deplorable view, instead of having any sort of sentiment for the thing; he pushed the body by kicking it to make it face him. Just as he turned the corpse, flames came from the new gap in the lake. It could only be said that MAGIC opened Pandora ’s Box by doing it like a lid coming off from a pan in fire. This incident only lasted for 4 seconds and left the creature immobile on the iced lake, while its blood coming out of the back dissolved once again the fragile ice. The unsympathetic man contemplated the scene while moving around the gap and the apparent cadaver. MAGIC crouched to stare at the thing; a stare bitter and chilly like the deeps of the ocean was, in a few words insensitive like a stone statue during a rainy day. It didn’t take much of anything to him, thoughts or feelings in order to stab the creature’s chest. An automatic response to a cold stimulus; the thing busted in timid, orange, and inoffensive flames. The bonfire left an open laceration filled with more grotesque liquid. The spirit bizarrely enough had the strength to effortlessly repeal the attack, and tried to throw its attacker some feet away but was a vain attempt. MAGIC’s blade penetrated the burning spirit not once, nor twice, but multiple times he stabbed the creature until the young man satisfied his desire. Lungs, stomach, chest and heart, and still the creature didn’t move at all and thus, it stayed in the same place wishing to die, to disappear, and to be free…

A strong wind hit both characters and the lake cracked, broke apart and finished up melting. The villain slide down to the lake’s water and a splashing noise reached the young man’s ears. He closed his eyes and covered his face with his arms in order to avoid getting wet by the burning water but no blazing fluid reached him. MAGIC opened his eyes and black feathers were scattered everywhere, no signs of blood on the remaining icy surface, but he could see the healing water turning black. The unconscious being inside the lake was rapidly losing blood and mixing with the clear water; contaminating and tainting the lake’s clear and innocent nature. MAGIC in somewhat of a fright, but because of the change in the water since he could care less about it at the moment. Our hero snapped out of the moment and remembered the reason behind slaughtering the creature. 

He tried to reach for the body in order to ask for IT but it was too late. The corpse submerged fast as if made out of metal and sank without any resistance. Unavoidably, MAGIC cursed out loud and prepared quickly to go after the cadaver. He very well knew that it may all be pointless, that the creature if alive may or may not tell where IT was. It was also questionable that the thing could even speak or in any other manner communicate. The burning water could possibly do something to the disgusting creature and heal it to the extreme that it might be able to fight back underwater. There was also the likelihood that nothing could be done if the thing was already dead by the time the man could rescue it, since all the black blood might make it impossible to find it in time. MAGIC took a big breath and observed the false sky. Could it have been a time to pray? Or perhaps a chance to ask for divine intervention, an opportunity to beg for a miracle, was that the moment?

He gallantly smirked while closing his eyes and entered the lake once again. The water healed painfully his physical wounds but only those exterior ones. However, thoughts of guilt didn’t cross our hero’s mind and more or less there wasn’t much time for anything, nor even denial. Unexpectedly, the creature’s blood mixed well with the water. The young man expected a thick texture and unlikely to mix with the healing water. The view from above seemed like a petroleum split and the smell, color, and texture of the strange liquid might have been as well oil and very close to gasoline. MAGIC swam as fast as he could towards the source of the pigmentation. He attempted to clear his view by moving the liquid away from him with his arms, but it didn’t do as much as the blending of both liquids. It didn’t take him long to find the creature dissolving in what appeared to be acid, black blood, bubbles and even foam were the signs of the chemical reaction that was taking place between the creature’s skin and the lake’s water. The whole sight could be described in few words as Hydrogen peroxide been poured on an infected injury but occurring underwater instead of been in an open air area. The time to heal and the scar that would stay will all be soon forgotten by him but not by IT.

The disguise and the white mask dissolved in front of the young man’s blue eyes and thus he found the forever lost IT.

MAGIC didn’t know what to do at the sight of the shocking discovery; he could only stare until IT clearly hit bottom. The black liquid broke down as it was dispersed and its color desaturated into red.  MAGIC finally went to grab IT after contemplating the scene; the water's pressure felt heavily on his back and especially on his chest. He slowly picked up IT and swam back to the surface. The only burning sensation came from within him piercing his body from back to front, a pungent commotion coming from his lungs. In nature belligerent as it was penitently for it was like a savage creature luring and screaming in order to leave the cage that holds its freedom. Not as much to seek revenge but to yell and shout to the world its mad feelings that had the sound of falsehood but that alleviate a genuine pain.   

The nameless hero reached what was left of the icy surface, which could barely sustain itself in place after the whole tumult. After retrieving IT and taking the very injured body out of the water with a lot of struggle, MAGIC checked for the open wounds that remained as fresh and deep as when he made them. The only difference been the color of the blood, this time a vivid red liquid came from ITs body. A fresh scent in the air surrounded both, a mix of roses in full bloom along hydrangeas sprinkled with dew.

The blood on the crystal floor matched the colour of dry leaves in autumn, that somehow appeared out of nowhere around MAGIC and IT.   

Leaves, blood, the lake and IT, were the only things that MAGIC could see. He didn’t care about his surroundings and focus on one way or another to repair the fateful damage. MAGIC wanted to cure the wounds but only blood suppurated when he pour water; the almost desperate man also tried to put pressure with his hands to stop the drainage of ITs life. 

“Shit! Nothing is working and I don’t even have a damn clue if this is all. There might even be internal hemorrhages.” 

MAGIC not knowing what to do next, he thought of tearing his clothes to make a tourniquet but the majority of open injuries were on ITs chest. How could he close them? Where could he find needle and thread? Less likely, how could he find someone to help? Just when he was about to pass the point of a nervous breakdown, IT opened its eyes and tried to talk.  

IT could barely recognize MAGIC, everything to its eyes was blurry and the pain of the wounds strangely increased. 

-“Don’t worry, everything will be alright.”

Both of them told each other at the same time, an involuntary reaction that both of them couldn’t help but to say. They faintly smiled at the occurrence but didn’t last long for IT’s eyes became watery and its lips were dry and almost chapped. So much to say, explain and tell, with apologies in between, but so little time to do so.

Truth is that IT didn’t want MAGIC to leave; for once IT had a peaceful and enjoyable time with someone.  So, IT lied by telling the young man that he could leave by jumping from the cliff that was not so far from where they were. Actually, it wasn’t much of a lie but more of concealing information of what IT knew. The most effective way for anyone to leave the place is what our hero did, which is to kill IT or the other option was to commit suicide. The few, who have traveled and ended up in this bizarre place, either have killed IT or themselves. Either way IT always ended up waking up on the lake all alone after such occurrences happened, with no clues and whereabouts of the person who either kill themselves or IT. All of this, IT could not tell MAGIC, no courage or strength could have been enough to outweigh the anxiety of facing him afterwards.  Afraid of the future, IT could only but wish for the best and wait, not knowing that time would rather race and pass faster than IT expected to the point that it was too late. The young man driven by a natural force to leave the strange place could have easily jumped from the cliff to oblivion. If it weren’t from IT, who changed his surroundings and molded the environment at will in order to stop MAGIC from doing so. In return, the land changed IT to the creature MAGIC slew.

Filled up with the sentiments of guilt and regret, IT with its last breath said:

-“I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you that you had to kill me to be free, Thank you for everything… I…”

 After a long silence, the man with penetrating azure eyes reacted and shook the corpse as an attempt to make IT talk once again to finish the sentence. He called IT several times but it was all useless, the body felt cold like snow and only emptiness could be seen in its eyes. The man felt a supreme anger towards everything, expressing it by hitting the floor several times until his hand was numb. His and ITs blood run and mixed on the cracked ice like rivers connecting.

-“Why didn’t you wait for me to reply? I do…”

  He pondered and deeply thought about the idea that was running in his mind, while closing his eyes he shouted to the vaporous world as if challenging it “I’ll do the trade! Whatever you need, I’ll give it for you to be free! Tell me, what is it?!”  

He moved his head up to face the sky but instead of facing the heavens, the young man saw the usual grey ceiling of his room.  The man, whose skin had been tanned by the beach’s sun, sat on his bed and rubbed his eyelids while yawning.  He turned to see his desk to check the time; it was around 2:30 am and he let his body drop once again on the bed. Facing up once again to the dull ceiling he wondered about his awakening. 

-“What was I dreaming? Was it a nightmare?”

He mumble to himself and thought “Damn, I can’t remember anything, but I have the feeling it was something… somewhat important.”

The sleepy and tired man yawned again, but he finally got up, went to the kitchen, drank some water, and tried to remember the dream he had while he went back to his room. Every effort to remember was futile, he couldn’t recall anything and even tried to go back to sleep as if trying to continue the dream.

Nothing happened. He couldn’t sleep and got up to go to work. That day nothing unusual occurred. Night came once again and he tried to remember but still nothing of what actually happened pass his consciousness. Fatigue got the best of him and he slept most of the night with no dreams to evoke. He didn’t dream that night, or the next one… The nameless man had indeed a name, a house, a family, and place to return. Thus, this man didn’t have the need to remember the place where he forgot his life; he also didn’t have the need to remember the person that he doesn’t need.  

The only thing left to say at this point is that a fair trade occurred at a certain time, at a certain place, at a certain space. Events, places, and people are forgotten even when something as significant as freedom has been obtained through sacrifice. This is only a tale, a story, a dream…

The last dream a young man had during a lukewarm starless midsummer night. 

 End~

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 Authors Note:  This is the first ending that I have intended to have for this short story. However, since it doesn't explain in depth the character I have made a short continuation. This one is called "IT's Endless Dream"

"IT's Endless Dream"

His Last Dream- Part III (Own Story & Complete Second Draft)

Part I- His Last Dream

Part II- His Last Dream

The forest no longer appeared average to him, it had a very hypnotic aura. An unexplored, mysterious and captivating territory that wished to be discovered, taken, and be owned by him. The urge and desired to set foot to the cliff could not be contained, as if called by Thanatos MAGIC walked in full resolution. To the edge between this world and the one he belongs, he didn’t look back not even once. He exiled the lake and moved beyond sight. With each step the air grew thinner and he felt as if he was moving through water, going deeper and deeper into a void with an unknown pressure affecting his lungs.  Time passed, distance was taken, and enduring the unusual pressure with every breath, every tree he passed, MAGIC made it to the cliff.

He smiled; a wicked grin molded across his face could be seen by nobody; a sign of his satisfaction and an inevitable expression of accomplishment. Thoughts of just running towards it and jump, crossed instantaneously through his mind ‘to be done quickly’ but never really meditated on the obvious, what would happen if he actually jumps from the cliff? Would he really go to his natal place of birth? Would he just die without knowing who he was? Or would he just wake up from the strange dream he was having at the present?

The man with no memory ran a little bit; he couldn’t run normally for the environment impeded him to do so.  Swimming against the current, his body finally experienced fatigue and forced him to his knees, about 15 feet away from the edge of the cliff. Everything but his will to live prevented MAGIC from jumping. His desire laid nowhere, there was no hesitation either. As strong as his will, it was the prominent force acting upon him. He could not move for a period of time that felt like eternity. During this time his head and desire cool down and solitude came to his being.

There it was, his tired body on the ground, his eyes closed, exhausted, he didn’t know of anything else.

An intense sentiment of guilt invaded his soul. MAGIC could not stand up; more like he didn’t had the will to achieve the task. The only thing in his sight view was a set of rocks and dry orange color leaves. He wondered where IT could be, maybe still on the lake with the rays of the sun on its face and dreaming. ‘What could IT be dreaming of? Maybe of the place outside of this empty world, maybe of nothing at all, maybe IT was already awake and looking for him, maybe IT was just sitting and waiting, maybe IT knew that MAGIC left to go to his world.’

The man with no past, tried not to feel pathetic by excusing his actions. ‘Something must have possessed me’ he thought while aimlessly starring at the rough surface of the rocks in front of him. His fingertips could almost touch the leaves; he extended his arm and gently padded a rock’s surface. ‘I didn’t leave IT on my own will and I am still here.’ MAGIC finally pushed himself up and grabbed the rock, making a fist and disappointed at himself stated “I didn’t stop on my own either.” He threw away the rock while standing up. With a disgusted attitude and resentful eyes, he yelled at the precipice “Fuck you” and walked towards the lake.

Naturally, the view changed slightly since it no longer was dark. Each time he took some steps, the place lightened up. He had a resolution that could not be changed. His guilt left his body but not entirely, it didn’t matter much for he no longer care. MAGIC will do things right and fix it to where solitude could leave. Even if everything was a trick, even if it was just a dream, even if anything would turn in vain. MAGIC’s mind and soul would be in peace, it shall be the right thing to do and nothing else matter. Was he possibly possessed again?

Our protagonist passed the same bushes and trees, but this time light renewed them to the point that everything appeared new to MAGIC. The panorama unfroze and to him it turned from a warm winter to a cold summer that lasted for just a few seconds. A scream broke the timid silence, a familiar voice, the echo resounded in MAGIC’s ear. He ran as fast as possible to the lake where IT emitted another scream. The natural or in any case, fake environment no longer matter, everything became a blur in his eyes. MAGIC’s respiration could not work as fast as his legs and almost out of breath; he reached the empty silver color lake. The young man’s lip tried to call for IT but no sound could be heard, as if his body knew that all was useless for it was already too late. 

IT disappeared leaving only traces and pieces of a torn crimson red scarf that originally belonged to MAGIC. “SHIT!” was the only word he could pronounce and while picking the leftovers from the old scarf everything went bright and later on, everything was an empty black space of nothingness. A migraine, yes, it could not be anything else. His head hurt as if someone or something was constantly pressing it; he wanted to throw up but nothing could be vomit since his stomach was empty.

 “IT… I need to search for IT…” MAGIC didn’t or couldn’t imagine what happened and had no idea what he could do at the moment. Was it even necessary? He already knew the way out and for all he knew this might be just a wild fantasy. Maybe he knocked himself out and just needed to wake up, maybe he was in a coma or a brief transition between life and death. MAGIC laughed, ironically, at the thought of being fake by thinking he was a creation from someone else’s mind. A replica perhaps, but did it even matter? He had no memory, nothing but a mix of feelings and a hesitation swimming in an ocean of carelessness. What was right or wrong? What meaning does his existence had at any time and place? What value did his hands have at this time?

There were only some dirty pieces of something and nothing.

After rubbing his temples, our uncaring hero, had no time for a journey. Development and changes were unnecessary for this story since he was who he is, and he was himself with or without memories. “I am MAGIC, I exist and do not exist, I am hope and despair, evil and divine, powerful and vulnerable, impotent and sublime, … or something among those lines.” His existential issue resolved just in time to face this tale’s enemy. There it was, on the other side of the lake, a human shaped figure, white in color and somewhat transparent, flames or fog surrounding it, there was no face, no features of any sort and it seem to be as tall as our hero. The arms held no weapons but a piece of red cloth that hanged around some sort of claws. This torn piece of fabric was later thrown to the lake as a duel invitation and the creature levitated towards the man.

“You son of a…” MAGIC accused the living thing that came to him in an instant too fast that he could not finish his dialogue when the monster was already on his face. The thing pushed the man down apparently, as hard as it could for it even cracked the lake’s surface. The thing went straight for the neck, the jugular and the young human grabbed the creature’s arms in a fail attempt to get release. Instead, MAGIC’s arms turned blue and purple as if been gangrened by cold frost. The creature kept pushing and strangling MAGIC, the first layer of the glass and frozen lake was shattered and almost completely destroyed.  Liquid did not came out but instead, a soft dusty substance that rose and burnt the young man’s back. He yelled in pain but it didn’t have an effect on the situation, the monster didn’t react to it.

In a flash, MAGIC remembered the knife IT gave him and he reached to his back, where he had carelessly placed it before. While having one hand on the creature’s neck and the other one passing through the burning substance to get the knife, MAGIC strangely felt some sort of pleasure. In his mind the thought of finally fighting someone or something with all his might, fired up his enthusiasm and the adrenaline mixed well with the release of Dopamine. All of these chemicals and more provoked the young man’s will to fight. When he finally had a hold of the blade, MAGIC didn’t think twice and stabbed his attacker with his left hand. One, two, and three times he used the dagger and punctuated the creature’s abdomen until it finally stopped strangling MAGIC. With the last stab, the man pushed the pale creature to his right.

It didn’t move, it didn’t cry, and didn’t bleed either, or at least that is what it seems for the wounds were only lines drawn on the white canvas that was the being’s right side rib cage. The human with all his strength hit the thing away from him with his left elbow just where the wounds were; in result the creature was pushed away to MAGIC’s left side and with the opening the man move to the opposite side. Trying to get far away from the broken part of the lake, the protagonist rolled and crawled his way out of the crystalline fissure. He noticed his right hand no longer had a putrid look but hurt from where the lake’s substance had touch him. Still with the knife in his hand, the hero knew what to do next, but to his surprise the spirit no longer laid on the lake. Immediately, MAGIC stood up and became defensive, looking everywhere to locate his enemy. No sound and no movement took place; it was as if MAGIC had been there all alone.

After some minutes of no activity, the young lad took some steps to the small crater that still vomited dust. Inside of it, broken pieces of glass, silver colored magma and ironically the only red element that could be spotted was the old scarf. MAGIC still cautious, picked it up with his left hand, healing at the contact with the fluffy material inside and around the hole. The chemical reaction burnt but didn’t compare to the sight and surprise of seen the scarf as good as new. The completed piece of red cloth, felt warm and soft; MAGIC first instinct was to place it on his face. Calid and comforting, the touch of a angel in the hands of a human, all having the smell of a tender spring day. He smelled the fabric and whispered “Where are you?”

The climate once again changed, everything became foggy, dusty and humid. For the first time, the human could feel the present weather; his eyes itched and irritated due to the dust. He also started to sweat and obviously could not see anything clear. Then, he even coughed uncontrollably, covering his mouth with the scarf and disoriented didn’t know what to do. His chest compressed many times, he wished for something to drink, or anything that could end the undesired cough. One thing that he absolutely hates was indeed this... coughing his lungs out. He thought of consuming the strange substance coming from the broken lake.  

MAGIC looked down and inside the hole he found water “Could it be a mirage?” He thought for a second but on an impulse he drank some of the water after taking some of the liquid out with his bare left hand. “Damn, is this how poison feels like?” Once again, another burning sensation, poignant, and aggressive could be felt by the young man. The fiery water went down his trachea, esophagus, and landed in his stomach. He wanted to throw up but couldn’t. He coughed several times to the point that his face turned red, and had to kneel down in order to resist the hostile muscle contractions. MAGIC covered his mouth again with the scarf and thought he could cough blood but instead, everything was gone. Every pain, cough, and discomfort was gone.

 -“Well, that worked out nicely but for sure hurt like bloody hell.”

He stood up and the dirt around him still bothered his vision. Suddenly, MAGIC felt a potent push and thus he lost balance. However, he was able to rapidly turn around while falling. As expected, it was once again the creature from before. Our hero tried to grab it in an attempt to gain support and to stay on the floor, but it was inevitable to be slam onto the ground. For a second time, his body fell on the lake after been attacked but unluckily this time; his body completely shattered the now fragile layer of glass as if it were mere ice. Boiling water is what our hero experienced when his body submerged into the lake; he had to get out for he assumed his self being would burn to death if he were to stay underwater.

Instinct moved his body but a strange force pulled him, stronger than gravity and ignoring buoyancy, this force restrained him from going out.  Panicking and out of options, MAGIC opened his eyes to see the aperture from where he came closing by reconstructive itself. While ‘falling’ down the void, the burning sensation diminished until it was completely gone. The only lighting source came from the creature above, to the young man’s side, only darkness ruled underneath the layer of glass. MAGIC no longer felt the force dragging him down and began to swim back to the closed portal. Unlike before, he could not breathe when he reached the transparent and glassy membrane and could only observe the spirit above that appeared to be staring at him while waiting.

Part IV- His Last Dream 

His Last Dream- Part II (Own Story & Complete Second Draft)

Part I- His Last Dream 

-“It took you forever to come back!” IT shouted at MAGIC and explained “At this time, the portal locks itself and you can’t travel this way or that way.”

MAGIC had to ask “What was that darkness? What would have happened if we didn’t make it out of there in time?”

-“Nothing, it is just darkness… Once, I couldn’t come back here and had to stay there for who know how long. It is just scary, you miss track of everything… You don’t feel your hands or feet and no longer can differentiate between what it is real and what it is not. You no longer know what you are or who you are… That is all.” IT said while moving its sight down to look at the floor, its voice changed from calmed to trembling, and at the end a long silence stood between the two.

IT sighed and once again to soothe the mood, IT began to direct the attention to something else. IT picked up the sea foam that could be seen on a now dim looking sun. There was no more rain, the sky was somewhat foggy and there wasn’t anything reflected on the lake anymore except a monochrome sun. After having some foam on both hands IT blew it, but it didn’t fall onto the ground. Instead, the foam crystallized on the air and flowed around as if it were pieces of diamonds hanging from the sky. IT took more foam and threw it to the air, this time it transformed into soft snow. “Isn’t it pretty~?” IT asked MAGIC, and he responded “It is alright.” IT frowned and on an impulse IT kicked the young man’s behind and ran. MAGIC didn’t know what to do since its actions didn’t make much sense to him. The kick didn’t hurt him either, and IT got slightly irritated “Aren’t you boring and lame?!!!” IT yelled at MAGIC, slipped and fell on the floor while running towards him. MAGIC in returned couldn’t help but to laugh a little at the incident, and went towards where IT was laying on the floor. “Need a hand?” he asked and IT replied with: “NO! let me rot in here” while turning around to face the sky. MAGIC grabbed both of its hands and started pulling IT to the center of the lake. “I told you to let me rot” IT said while been dragged to where the obscure sun lay in the lake.

The sky didn’t look much different from any other time but strangely enough to IT, the same old sky had slightly changed. The color became darker and it had shades of cold hues. MAGIC slowly let go of its arms and also felt the need to rest and lay down. The young lad sat a few steps away from IT, but when laying down his face,he could easily see IT’s face in his field of vision. Out of nowhere IT asked him: “Do you want to go back?”

Immediately, MAGIC replied “Of course I do”

IT who was still looking at the now navy blue sky with the fragments of sea foam dust, turned to see MAGIC directly “Why do you want to go back. It is not like you remember anything, who you were, where do you live and what you do.” MAGIC instinctively looked at the sky and placed his right arm on top of his forehead. He whispered “I want to go back because…”

A long pause and empty silence filled up the place, nothing could be heard, nothing coming from the frozen lake beneath them, not even a noise from the forest, or the gentle sound of the breeze.

IT broke the moment by saying “I wonder who you might be.”

MAGIC frowning his eyebrows a little and pondering, didn’t exactly knew how to react or reply. He waited and could hear a voice saying “What if you were… a mad person?”

He giggled at the comment and replied “A mad person? Do I look like one to you?”

IT had to sit down and give a half serious look after observing the man on the lake.

-“Not much of a really insane person, but you don’t look average either.”

MAGIC moved his arm underneath his head and asked, “How would you know? It doesn’t seem like there are many people around for you to compare.”

IT made a weird face expression, as if wondering and rolled its eyes once.

-“I have seen many people…You look like…”

-“Like?”

-“A mad hatter!”

After a perplex stare and some seconds later, MAGIC laughed out loud.

-“Pff~ If that was the case, I might also be a vampire or who knows maybe even a demon slayer.”

IT went close to the man’s face and with a surprise look, it pointed at MAGIC’s mouth while shouting “You have fangs! You might really be a vampire!”

MAGIC conceitedly smirked and after looking at each other for a few seconds, both laughed and IT continued guessing.

 -“Who knows, maybe you might be a clown for all we know.”

The young man didn’t like the idea at first, “I would prefer to be a ringmaster if anything. I don’t like clowns”

-“You don’t remember anything, so how do you know you hate clowns?”

-“Never said I hate them but I have a hunch that I don’t like them at all.”

-“What about mimes? I don’t like clowns either, but mimes are alright.”

-“Mimes? That I don’t know but I…”

-“What? You what? You remembered something?”

-“I like to swim, that is all I can say.”

-“Ahhh~ who knows maybe you might be a prince.”

-“What does that have to do with swimming?”

-“I don’t know, it just crossed my mind.”

-“I want to be a robot.”

IT giggled and replied sarcastically “and I am the random one.”

MAGIC turned around, no longer facing IT and in a low tone of voice murmured “…Someone might be waiting for me.” IT heard it all and felt a tiny pain on its chest as if hurt by a needle and just like that whispered, “But what if…”

-“What if?” The tired man questioned.  

-“What if there is nobody? What if you are here for a reason? Wouldn’t you prefer to stay here?”

The man with no recollection of who he is or where he is from, faced IT again and responded “But what if there is indeed someone waiting?” IT faced the ground and with its fingers, IT touched the surface as if trying to find a secret message. Nothing occurred but some words came from its mouth, its voice cracking as if about to cry but resisting the urge to do so.

-“I’ll wait…If you go back and there is no one waiting, come back here.”

IT looked up and face MAGIC to reaffirm its words, “I will be here and wait for you.” as if making a prinky promise.

The man couldn’t face IT anymore, instead he sat down, stared at his scarf that was partially on the ground and said “Don’t make a promise you won’t be able to fulfill. Aren’t you also getting out of here?” IT noticing how MAGIC was looking at the scarf, IT picked up the end that was on the ground and hold it with both hands, touching the soft and even some of the stiff fibers of the scarf. The atmosphere changed and IT with a very serious tone and aversion in each word told the owner of the scarf “I’m never going to get out. Nobody would ever take me out, since I’m not good enough for anyone to sacrifice themselves over me.”

-“What do you mean by sacrificing themselves?” The young man asked, doubting the gravity of the matter.

-“In order for me to get out, someone has to give up something for me. An equivalent exchange must be made.” IT took a knife out of its back, where it was hidden inside a pocket that was tied up to its back like a belt. IT placed the knife in front just centimeters away from the scarf. MAGIC grabbed the knife that was the size of a pen and flipped it around his fingers. Not knowing what to do, IT could only see the man doing some sort of trick IT has never seen before. A little perplex but not exactly impressed IT told him “You can stop now.”

After MAGIC played with the knife for some minutes, he discontinued his skillful trick and cheerfully said “I’ll keep this.” IT instantaneously replied “No, you are not” and after twitching its left eye in a very comically way, IT tried to grab the blade back but couldn’t retrieve it.

-“Just give it back, you don’t need it.”

The trickster man laughed and easily took the knife for himself. “I’m not giving it back, it is mine now.”

-“Give it back, you don’t need it.”

-“Pff~ How do you know, I won’t? What if all of this it is indeed a trap and you want to cut me into pieces as soon as I fall asleep. Uh?” MAGIC questioned IT, been half serious and half joking about it.

-“I am not going to cut you into pieces!” IT said slightly pissed at the man’s teasing attitude and added “You can keep it! I don’t care. I am going to sleep.”

Laughing at his victory, the young man took the knife but out of curiosity he had to ask “If someone would give up something, then will you also be set free?”

Letting gravity do its job, IT just gave up and fell on its back. As if it were a soft bed, no sound could be heard from the impact and IT looking at the sky explained:

-“Passing this lake and going that way” IT pointed to its right with its index finger to let MAGIC know the direction and continued with the explanation, “There is the cliff and the exit. Everyone that jumps never comes back with only one exception. Can you guess?” IT giggled in a satirical way and then turned, with its face against the surface of the lake. After some seconds and disliking its body position for the discomfort; IT slightly moved and lay only on its right side of its body. “Everyone that has come always leaves this way. To be honest, I really don’t know if they hit bottom and die. The fall is too deep to tell, but I have fallen down and somehow made it back here. I’m also unsure if I can ever leave this place; what I have told you it is only but a hitch that I have. This feeling might or might not be right.”

IT moved only its arm towards its head and hold it with its hand. Facing the man while smiling, IT dared him “You might as well go alone and see for yourself. I’m going to sleep here anyway. I already told you and showed you how to leave this place.”

The young man didn’t know exactly what to do next. He turned his head in direction where IT told him the precipice’s location and possibly a certain death. ‘Would that really be the way out?’ He thought gazing at the current scenery. The road was all the same to him; just trees and a very average forest.

“There is no rush.” He said still undecided, trying to get a reaction from IT but there was nothing. Just a deep silence that embraced the moment, IT closing its eyes didn’t wish to say goodbye nor anything else. As the majority of people, the sentiment of parting away and saying farewell is not easy to articulate into sincere words. The man lay down and tried to sleep, but many thoughts invaded his mind. He looked where IT was sleeping on the incredible celestial object painted on the lake, and something unusual occurred again. The dim sun reflected on the surface glowed as if refueled by energy, making both the surface and IT bright as if they were one entity. In a manner of seconds not only this happened, but the sky became dark as the night but lacking the usual stars. The only visible light emanated from the lake where IT was like the sun emitting warm radiant light.

This strange event barely impressed the young man who immediately stood up and just saw the bright light that IT was while sleeping, MAGIC could not help to think that IT was indeed the moon piercing the night with the light reflected from the sun. “Or was the moon reflecting the light coming from IT?” that he murmured as he took a few steps away and felt almost consumed by the darkness. The feeling didn’t terrified but on the contrary, it was a very peculiar emotion that MAGIC had. As the night with its obscure whispers proclaimed the place; the young man sensed the adrenaline perspiring throughout his pores.  

Part III- His Last Dream