It was a leap into the void, one of those eternal moments so capable of breaking smiles, of breaking dreams. An absolute sense of defeat. An instant that simply stops time ... And fuck, such progression of terribles moments.
But this story began earlier, much earlier within the false linear perception of our universe. At another point of inflection, although infinitely smaller.
After years walking on the ethereal roads, jumping from path to path, discovering the colors of a world away from the stony, the horizon of events arrived without warning. What sometimes even burned, now went off.
Spring led to summer and from these summer was born that autumn. Autumn only could take us to it´s corresponding winter. And that winter crossed it´s equator at the same moment that the moon was switched off, I still do not know if time stopped or just vanished.
Until that moment, it had been the moon that gave her light in a world suddenly gray with it´s madness. Lunatic warm that you can hardly describe. Like the beacons guiding lost sailors, taking them out of the darkness of the dense fog and from the fakes abysses, she guided steps, almost tracing a destination.
But the wings suddenly became heavy, soaked in their own inconsistency. Although I wanted to fly, now there were also chains. The lost traveler, the one who seemed to have forgotten how to read stars, could have made the right decision by letting himself be carried away in his footsteps until then clumsies and meaningless.
Thus, even for a moment, he saw front of himself a possible path. Even the spring it showed signs of arriving. But suddenly everything was like a simple mirage.
Those colors would never reach their light. That traveler still had to drag his own sentence. Just another story of broken hearts, so many times repeated…
- This story is one of The Ethereal Paths.
