The wind moves the leaves on the trees as much as the rusted ones. I stumble on them with my dress. My hair are mazy, a handful of leaves locked in the long curls. I feel cold, helpless. But still, I am sure of what I am doing. I have walked these woods since the beginning of time, since humans could never imagine a place like this in their heads; the beauty of the nature, the mystery of the woods, the clearness of the sky. Beauty I would soon be unable to remember myself.
While walking, I can feel the spirits of my ancestors, a race much better, much stronger, much calmer than the Dark Age that followed them. People-sized beings with gigantic power and enormous amount of knowledge. What an honor to be accompanied by such superior existances on my last journey. I see no sign of them. I merely feel them. What a feeling, though.
Suddenly, the wind blows harder, pushing me to a slight different direction. This is it, I think. It has finally come to an end. The wind keeps blowing harder and by now I am on the verge of losing my balance. I feel no fear now. I know what I am expecting. I am almost.... happy. A sweet numbness has taken over me.
Finally, I reach my destination. A small glade appears as I reach closer. A woman stands at the opposite edge. I move to reach her but she raises a hand and moves towards me. We meet in the middle. The wind has seazed.
I turn to look at her. We are identicals, as expected, with a difference or two. Her dress is black, opposite to my white one. Also, her eyes and hair are black as well, while mine are light brown. I remember my third father of the Dark Age telling me that I have the color of honey in me, and that it was revealed on my features. The woman standing opposite to me was different, pitch-black, blank, almost.
Her eyes sparkled, still blank, depthless. A contradiction. She smiled a beautiful smile and her gaze fell directly on me. Another contradiction, since I was under the impression she was looking at me from the moment I entered the glade.
I was the first to speak. "I am here."
She didn't respond immediately. Instead, she rose her head to the sky. It was dark now, something I hadn't noticed. I stared at the moon.
"You have indeed", she answered. I turned to look at her. "I hoped you would."
"You know I would. It is, after all, your job to know."
"You cannot escape your fate", she responded.
"I didn't want any of this to happen. I never wished for it. I dreaded it", I hurried, before she moved to do what she was about to do.
"Oh, I know. Nobody ever does. The ones that have are truelly fit for the place you fear you may go", she said in a serene tone, still smiling.
"Do you know? Where I am to go?" I asked quickly. I was afraid, but calm. I didn't know how it was managed. Maybe it was happening because I was around her.
She didn't answer my question. "Close your eyes, Morning Star" she said.
I did as instructed. All my senses were heightened. I could feel the brisk wind blowing back again. I could smell the dampness in the ground. I could hear my breath, fast and shallow, and hers almost inaudible.
I couldn't bear the pending. I peeked at her, and she gave me one last, tranquil smile and then I felt no more.
I was swimmin´ in the Carribean
Animals would hide behind the rocks.
Except the little fish
But he told me east was west
Tryin' to talk
With your feet in the air , and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it! Yeahh!
Your head will collapse, but there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out, in the water see it swimmin´?