A night in the clear dark Strife, a walk around town with thoughts straped to Life.
Snow and frost – time is lost. Obliviate the past and that which is fast.
I walk in the present with a sense of adolescence.
Shadows I cast down the lonesome road when my story is about to unfold.
The game is changing near to the second as my watch has stopped to tell the Truth.
I’m still a kid in this magnificent World, I’m curled in a transparent glass bird that dances in the wind.
I’m still a kid with a mind of wonder and fantasy in heart.
The churches bell sings loudly to the religious sky. I approach with my steady feet and happily I walk by.
I know I’m still a child but coming to age is an oath my body promised to make.
This transparency is the real optical illusion because my bird flies around in the world of Fusion.
My bird has beautiful wings and an amazing song it sings, it clings to me and I know it’s mine.
We fly above ground and leave, no longer earth-bound but relief.
I feel free, indispensable, a light feather of love is what I always was.
Free and flying with forces unknown to me. Now I know something, I’m a kid with a magic bird, we’re born together in a song that needs to be heard.
In a massive urban and hightech city I find myself standing in a cue – for what I do not know. The only thing I know is that I’m surrounded by people who seems anxious and focused and highly occupied about standing in line. I feel a bit lonely. There’s no one to talk to.
The next thing I’m aware of is a weird and strange and enormous ‘living’ black clump flying through the air and lands not far from where I’m standing. Almost as an asteriod shooting through the night sky. This living black thing lands behind some tall skyscrapers and only a few seconds has past when hysteria hits the masses. Chaos. I’m standing and looking towards where this weird thing landed and now it’s even taller than the buildings.
First I need to explain this living black thing as I saw it. It was a very mystic substance, both liquid and solid. It possessed the ability to split it self into infinite pieces and fly in different directions independent of each other. The totality of the substance controlled every bit even when it was split. It wasn’t limited by physical laws. I had the idea very present when I looked at it that this substance has a will of its own.
Back to the dream. I was under the impression that the current world I was in was undergoing a ‘sabotage’ by a major and powerful force that no one would be able to stop. (I’m still not sure if this substance was an evil character.) The people around me perceived it as evil or thats how I interpreted their hysteria. Although I had more of a feeling of respect and curiosity toward the ‘living’ black. I wasn’t afraid of what this substance would do to me, but I felt forced to run away from it. The cue I was in made me leave the sight of it. Almost as if the collective controlled where I was supposed to go and do and act. The collective mass of people.
The next thing that happens is that I finally get away from this collectivity and on my own. I’m running away. The indoctrinated fear from the mass of the people has got the better of me. I run towards a passage between two tall buildings that forms an alley-way (in a New York sense) and just seconds before I enter I feel a strange sensation under my right eye. I understand that something of the living black substance has hit me, and it begins to sink through my skin and becomes me. This is where I wake up.
The moonlight shines my dream awake, while an evenings cold sends alarming mistakes. A lonely road is painted in darkness and snow, where a man is standing in the moonlights glow. He knows the future of this dream – that that’s destined to gleam – how the necessity of thought is out of the dreamers plot.
Changes will happen in the evolving night, as the man follows the path of glowing light. He meets, as destined, a confused little knight, who asks for help and his troubling mind. They talk for what seems long, suddenly arriving at a mountain pond. The dark has lifted, has now shifted, into an honest light.
Surrounded by clouds and massive rock, they find a healing silence in the dreamlike fog. The pond reflects something hidden indeed, our knights confusion is thrown in water as seed. Icy waves spreads the confusions roots and up is growing a creature of unwilling proofs.
Our dreaming knight is battled by the monsters scary thoughts. He cannot fight its cruelty, he must admit to see a nightmare of sorts. The dreamers guide is gone, left him to fight, left him to find his strength in mind. The monster shows him the construct of death, an exile forever in darkness he’s left.
He must not fail, he must not fall in a terrible wail. He shouts as high he can, “I will show you evil monster, what death has stored for you instead. Your life is soon to end, and darkness will eat you dead!” The knight, he ran in the pond as plan, and dived into the cold, for he would kill it at the mold.
Swimming in darkness and lungs filled with air, icy cold and hellish, he does not care. Something strange possesses the waters floor, he thought to see the monster’s claw, but nothing, only a curios little door. It opens at his will, now the pond is running low, and as the water quickly disappear, the hideous creature is no more here.
Knightly he feels, rightly he deals, conquered a monster now gone at his feet. He stand in the no-more pond, and further away stand a guide looking fond. The knight knows nothing of his presence, but he hears a shouting sentence “I knew you’d defeat that monster my good man! Come here, and let me give you my hand!” The knight answers not with talk, he runs, and happy as he does.
“Why did you leave me?” is the knights talking response, and smiling the guide cleverly says “Because you needed it! Defeat of a monster as evil as that, will drive you toward good not mad! Uncertainty, skepticism and doubt has now vaporized into clouds. They will always hang above your head, but you killed the monster dead, the monster who showed you death. These feelings are apart of you, and that is valuable to hear, because only you can feed them fear!”
“Bravery of a knight you are! Wake up to face the monster that’s lurking, the one that fight to hide the good in life, the one that’s real and in your head. You killed something tonight, but evil will never be dead, but everyday you must fight as the rightful knight!”