Magical nights of the shore were passing side by side and left to right in all dimensions of time. That day was only one of the many. The many days that ashes started falling a thousand years ago, flames burnt at least a million years accompanying smell of the death and decay. This was the death world, not even owned by the “Angel of Death” nor the father who created them and us. This was the actual world of every one of us living between the ages of sea and sand, for the ones who truly escaped themselves.
“It was same then, yet now all the things was started to change.”
You may see the sun ahead of you. Shining in red and whispering orange along the propagations of light. Nothing in this world of shores resembled hope, love or affection – neither the sun that was rising. It was unusually breaking the grey-white ash in the sky. Buildings that were hiding in the black-grey clouds were coming out from their pits of dark with the bodies that they have broken, crumbled in pieces.
“Unusual light, you were shining over our lovely sins. We do not like our sins and we consume them here. You hurt this world.”
Shores did not like this. Shores only exist for me and this dead world. Decaying sculptures of our heroes were tormented with their shame. It was a surprise for me. I have never seen the iron skeletons and sculptures along the infinite coast of the sea of diminishing.
“There were incomplete faces of monuments everywhere. I wish I could do magic.”
The whole world was lighted with the sirens of illumination now. Ruby and orange blankets of the sun, consuming everywhere. It was the reckoning, the end maybe? I got up from my meditation. I was not walking in peace now. My decay was interrupted.
“I feel the sun, feel the fire now.”
Everything got a meaning now. Shore did not like that. This was a place for the most meaningless, for the ones that escaped the meaning and the suffering it brought to every existing being in this universe. The light was in contradiction with every one of the grains of sand in this world. Yet, it did not take long for everything to fall apart, chaotically. Fire started. The red one now. Different from the billion years’ fires of the damaged buildings and structures of the ones that had fallen before me.
Burning. Everywhere and everything was burning now. A way to get back to safety was not optional. I got scared, with everything underneath and above me. Structures went down and legends were burned untold.
“I woke up only then.”
Truly in desperation. The fear of the unknown rushed through my veins. I only felt alive then. The world that has been left for me was indifferent. Nothing that I was born in. The sand was not the same. The colours were not too. I was the only stranger to myself and to this new world that I cannot comprehend.
“This was truly the day I was born. Reckoning of me and the shores’ cannot be undone now.”