229. Radiant day, 3
The sun fills the sky.
My hand cannot hold back this much light in the sky. It blinds me and I need to close my eyes.
The roses, small flakes of cool white, float all around me.
My damaged body still walks with a certain pride. My skin is dry as a book cover, scaly. My legs feel heavy.
I’m smiling. We’ve agreed.
I’m not dead yet. So she will repair me.
She’ll take care of me, for as long as it needs to be.
Meanwhile, you my love, will come to be. We will create you, just you.
You won’t be a true born human.
You won’t be the one you’ll remember being slightly.
You will be my selfish dream come true, come to life.
When there are no more humans, this is how we come to life, through the desires and power of others.
You will be like me. And perhaps you will want to part way from me for what I’ve done.
We’ll see.
What can I say? It’s hard to remain human, body and mind, in this world where physics and society don’t obey to the rules we knew any longer.
What we create is unthinkable, yet makes sense in this time that as room for it all.
For all our dreams and nightmares, to run wild and become real...
I feel drunk and my joints hurt a lot.
At the summit, Blume is opening a giant white flower for me. Something somewhat similar to what she used to be before we met for good.
I guess I slept for a long time while I visited her side of reality, because her body has returned to an enormous size, like back then indeed. She’s a giant lush forest of flowers covering the small mountains that remains from the volcano, and spreading around the desert. The largest part of her has clung around the great pyramid like mere ivy, and she climbs onto the top of it.
There, her largest flower awaits me. This is where I will rest for while my selfish dream becomes true, leaving most of the work to her.
I feel dizzy as I approach it.
This feels like a bad dream, as if reality had turn into a bad dream.
My body has grown weak and tired, so my primal fears are fully awake.
Death and guilt twirl around me.
I almost miss a step. I can see a gentle hand reaching me and helping me. A genuine kindness I never deserved, that makes you feel simply grateful and happy.
It was solely in my head I think. But Blume is real, surrounding me in the kindest way possible.
And soon, my other dream will be. I’m shivering. In anticipation of being with you again?
I’m smiling so much that it hurts my cheeks.
This world, and this flower, make it possible for us two to, sort of, be together anew. Sort of us, but together, that part surely is true.
Being together makes sense for us. Even if we aren’t the original us. And what your own will will be, remains to be met anyway. You won’t be a doll, but a human.
The weather is so calm and bright.
The sky is leaking light to the golden ground.
The roses will grow after this is over.
Wait for me...
The flowery demon made a pact with me. In exchange for my dream, I have to remain the same and live on.
It’s painful, though she was right to ask for that.
As I reach the top of the mausoleum, I reach the gate.
The gate to another world, where you will be with me. The gate to transcendence or ascension. Only instead of a pillar of light, it is a flower large enough to hide a cow or two.
It’s white as snow, and soft as silk. I love it already.
Her petals do open like a giant mouth, awaiting for me lie down within before gobbling me whole.
It looks like a trap. It does so much that I end up chuckling about it.
She knows why, and shivers with the sound of a bell coming from her. That amuses her as well. She’s going to eat me!
We won’t reach eternity, nor will we make anything more unholy that we haven’t done before. It’s just a transition, a time of changes. Time will keep on flowing, and eventually, we will return.
Refreshed and well rested, happy to resume our travelling in this wonderful world of ours. We both are happy to have travelled this far already.
And we believe sincerely, the best is yet to come. The world has yet to reveal its worst, nor prettiest wonders.
Blume and I trust each other entirely. For our lives and beyond.
Until we reach the chapters we’re preparing for our life together, for beyond.
I take a delightful breath.
Life is good. Though it’s weird at times.
R - I’ll see you soon my dear Blume. Good night.
B - Good night Rose.
Good night dear...
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