He was running in a strange world; with the sky admonishingly black, the water of the sea poignant grey, the sand hostilely red, giant rocks that blocked the real world, caves that gleamed yellow in the dark and in this alien world humans seemed introuvable.
He could not reason his presence in such a world, with elements dissimilar to the real one. He knew nothing of what brought him there, why he was there, where he had to go and what he had to do.
From the emptiness, rose a melodious tune that impelled his weak eyes surrender to blackness that limned love and beauty. For a long time he exulted in the euphony and as the music waned, his eyes reverted to see the mystic world, but forth him stood a girl; her colours of suffusing and gracing amends to the obscurity of the cryptic world, and to his lecherous eyes, she was his angel. He was attracted to her; he wanted to touch her, feel her, but as he moved close to embrace her, the sand around his feet swirled and bristled up segueing to the priceless thin supple papers of money, encircling him in the invisible air. His mind flushed, the angel disappeared and the desire now aberrated to money flying around him in plenitude.
He picked them one by one, ebulliently, and as he amassed them in his hands, the wind gushed around him, eddied and swirled to form an enigmatic sphere. Gradually, the wind whirled to form many such spheres and they all inscrutably gyrated around him.
In a sudden moment, huge and venomous beasts pierced the windy spheres and emerged out at lightning speeds. They seemed edaciously hungry as they looked at him, howled and leaped on him. In the nick of time, he eluded a beast’s hand and ran faster than he could to evade the giant creatures that were raring to kill him.
With no other place to head, he ran into the dark cave hoping to find shelter away from the beasts but agony accreted with time as in the darkness he found more of them impatient to kill him. Beasts large and huge, devils black and bloody; he ran away from them all, deep into the cave, hoping an exit into a safe and serene world. But the cave seemed endless with the orange gleams weakening synchronically with every step he placed deep into it and soon only the infinite ebony hollow persisted. In no time, the cave showed its dead end and now, to him, death seemed to be certain and painful in the hands of the devils. He turned praying that he be closed in a limpid air but he only saw uncountable agitated beasts moving towards him. Every step he took backwards only told him that it will all be over shortly. He stood there now with no more steps lift; he surrendered and felt his painful end as the beasts held him against the cave’s dead wall, where one lacerated his skin with the virulent nails and other sprang on him to bite him on his neck……he woke up, his body palpitating in shock and fear, in the middle of the night to find himself alive and safe.
He was awake for a long time, mentally tormented, and unable to explain himself why he saw such an evilest nightmare. He thought his past, the times he was audaciously winning by being vice and inhuman. Yet the nightmare showed him all he wanted with fear winning his desire. His mind showed him the tangency of his desirous life and the ironic nightmare. The dream had displayed to him, the sarcasm of his quality, character and his end in the world. As his thoughts died restoring his sleep, he heard a pleasant voice whispering in his ears…….”Before you start living tomorrow, decide the way you want to die….”
He could not reason his presence in such a world, with elements dissimilar to the real one. He knew nothing of what brought him there, why he was there, where he had to go and what he had to do.
From the emptiness, rose a melodious tune that impelled his weak eyes surrender to blackness that limned love and beauty. For a long time he exulted in the euphony and as the music waned, his eyes reverted to see the mystic world, but forth him stood a girl; her colours of suffusing and gracing amends to the obscurity of the cryptic world, and to his lecherous eyes, she was his angel. He was attracted to her; he wanted to touch her, feel her, but as he moved close to embrace her, the sand around his feet swirled and bristled up segueing to the priceless thin supple papers of money, encircling him in the invisible air. His mind flushed, the angel disappeared and the desire now aberrated to money flying around him in plenitude.
He picked them one by one, ebulliently, and as he amassed them in his hands, the wind gushed around him, eddied and swirled to form an enigmatic sphere. Gradually, the wind whirled to form many such spheres and they all inscrutably gyrated around him.
In a sudden moment, huge and venomous beasts pierced the windy spheres and emerged out at lightning speeds. They seemed edaciously hungry as they looked at him, howled and leaped on him. In the nick of time, he eluded a beast’s hand and ran faster than he could to evade the giant creatures that were raring to kill him.
With no other place to head, he ran into the dark cave hoping to find shelter away from the beasts but agony accreted with time as in the darkness he found more of them impatient to kill him. Beasts large and huge, devils black and bloody; he ran away from them all, deep into the cave, hoping an exit into a safe and serene world. But the cave seemed endless with the orange gleams weakening synchronically with every step he placed deep into it and soon only the infinite ebony hollow persisted. In no time, the cave showed its dead end and now, to him, death seemed to be certain and painful in the hands of the devils. He turned praying that he be closed in a limpid air but he only saw uncountable agitated beasts moving towards him. Every step he took backwards only told him that it will all be over shortly. He stood there now with no more steps lift; he surrendered and felt his painful end as the beasts held him against the cave’s dead wall, where one lacerated his skin with the virulent nails and other sprang on him to bite him on his neck……he woke up, his body palpitating in shock and fear, in the middle of the night to find himself alive and safe.
He was awake for a long time, mentally tormented, and unable to explain himself why he saw such an evilest nightmare. He thought his past, the times he was audaciously winning by being vice and inhuman. Yet the nightmare showed him all he wanted with fear winning his desire. His mind showed him the tangency of his desirous life and the ironic nightmare. The dream had displayed to him, the sarcasm of his quality, character and his end in the world. As his thoughts died restoring his sleep, he heard a pleasant voice whispering in his ears…….”Before you start living tomorrow, decide the way you want to die….”
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