I woke up from a deep sleep that day. Went outside to get some fresh air. It is a plain with zig zag gravel pathway filled with dried greenish grass. The sky is glittering with light Orange colour like it is time for the sun to sleep. Then a faint smell came which a mixed smell of worn out metal of a blade and blood. It's like there happened a war and all were dead. There were no one on that path. The world felt silent. Felt like I'm the only one left. I started to move in a daze. I didn't saw from where I came. It's just plain over and out, infront and behind. The land infront of me is infinite. Even the word infinite itself is not enough to describe it's length. I saw the sky and land meeting at a far distance.
As I went deep. I saw a slim figure of a woman in black jacket, to say exactly it felt like modern dress yet vintage dress with tight fitting. Her hairs are flowing with the wind as waves as like grass. She slightly turned her face and I felt her as me.
As soon as I realized, I'm already in that position. There is no looking back. No questioning. No words to speak. No hunger to strike. Not even thirst to stop from proceeding further.
Soon I started walking down the zig zag gravel yet hard concrete road unaware of myself. It felt like I was dead inside. It's just a corpse walking with a beating heart. I felt I'm in no place to even believe my heart is beating.
As I took a step forward a drainage began to came in my direction. It is much narrow that I can just take a step without even straining myself to take a long step. I stopped there for a sec and saw the that flow of water. It felt like neither water nor any other fluid. Just something that can flow as it wish. It is clear and transparent. Then as I began to move a patchy dark lavender colour is filling at irregular intervals in that fluid. That lavender colour is from the flowers I thought. But it is not. It is neither flower nor anyother thing. It's just felt like something thick and viscous. It is very pure and inviting me to touch it. I tried to touch it but I'm just a corpse walking. I can't even move either left or right, or bend up and down. I felt light, very light that I'm flying. Soon I began to move as if I'm controlled by something.
The stream of that clear fluid felt like someone is waiting at the end of it. It is relentlessly waiting for someone's arraival to free it. That felt very heart breaking. It's movement is filled with pain and pain and pain. As I started to move in the opposite direction of that small stream it even became narrower and more radiant to in a sense to create wars against one another.
I walked and walked and walking down the same hard gravel yet pebbles filled road my eyes started pouring tears as they want to drain out like they don't want to be anymore unweighable weights on my soul-less body.
I reached a street along with the narrow stream where it started. I saw an old building which is like a fortress in it's age to fall down and that's where the starting point. I went in. Took each step without feeling anything like I'm lost in it's search and can't bring back again to the way I was. Then I reached a sharp turn where the stream is coming from. Just a wall is in between. I stood there looking at my bottom which is muddy but didn't sensed anything down there. I looked up and saw a way to enter which was never there before, from where the stream has been flowing. I entered indifferently.
As soon as I went in, I saw walls with roof (fortress rooms with triangular outfoldings from above the fort) which can be as height as they can reach the sky. Brown tint atmosphere which confirming the vintage era.
Soon I turned my eyes and saw myself standing speechless infront of a big tree which is just a few steps away from me. Stood alone in the dark without soil underneath it. It felt like a bonsai yet I can't see the very bottom of it due to the dark and foggy mist which is black in colour like it is dusk. It is straight, long, just as per necessity small and limited branches which are scattered. Small, tiny and olive green leaves like well grown fireweed on the plain. The people who never seen leaves in green can mistook them like they are some new flowers. Those leaves are 4 and arranged in close manner like they don't want to be apart from eachother as they grew together. There in the middle, the centre where those 4 leaves are meeting at their base a shiny yet dull white round thing, may be a diamond like something held it there with force. That is the place that thick lavender fluid is oozing out. As like it is expressing it's deep hidden sorrow or seeking for attention to it's rescue or may be just happy tears?
I can see the tree's summit just from the place where I was standing. It's like it is long enough to place it over the great pacific ocean in the sense to cross the ocean but I saw it's great height and stood indifferently. It's bark is thin like a young tree. But it is scraped all around to reach it's sap. It stood alone in a tranquility like who is vexed up with outside world and it's cruelty. Seeking for it's rest and waiting for it's parents to turn off the bright light which is falling on it's eyes and disturbing it from falling asleep. It stood straight, showing the outrageous and courageous shining light brown color of it's bark. It's gaze showing it's grave pain to fall asleep and resent against the light.
I felt like it said, "We both are in pain."
Then a small ray of light sparked infront of my eyes which felt like I'm seeing the tree which is in about time to it's extinction. I felt nothing but unspeakable loathe and despise to humans in it's gaze.
The me who stood indifferently without any action like I'm the grim reaper.
