10 July 2012
#100days @madhatter 3:Light 4: Dark
It's pulling me in. So bright, so intense, it's addictive. It's so pure, so striking, I can't control my feet any longer. They head straight for the light, it's beauty breathtaking. It's the only thing that ceases to exist, well, everything else is just like background music; its there, but no one really paying attention to it. The light is like an opening, to something new, something better. As I wander toward it nonchalantly, a voice at the back of my head tells me this is a bad idea, a very bad idea. But it's only a whisper, easy to ignore. Eventually, I reach the opening, and take my final steps inside. I gasp. What stands before me is unlike anything I have ever witnessed in my life. A dear strides past, gracefully. A small family of rabbits hop alongside a trickling brook of the purist water I've ever seen. Thick lush green grass grows around a little yellow path, which is bordered by extravagant apple trees, with the juiciest red fruits sprouting from its branches. As I wander over to the dainty stream, a delicate butterfly with wings as thin as tissue paper floats past me, and towards a colourful bed of flowers. I peer into the crystal blue water, and see my reflection, so clear it's like I'm using a mirror. But the girl in the reflection does not live up to my normal appearance. Fine golden ringlets replace my wispy, dull, blonde locks. Flawless ivory skin without as much as a blemish. Rosy full lips. It's all my features, but enhanced. I am pulchritudinous. It seems too good to be true. I wander farther down the little yellow path, taking in my unearthly surroundings. Blue tits sing to each other from the avenue of trees, squirrels scurry carrying shiny, round nuts and seeds. It's so peaceful, yet so alive. This is light. Eventually I come to a halt when an industrial looking red brick wall appears in front of me. It stretches for as long as I can see, both directions. Puzzled, I turn to head back the way I came. But there is no such thing. The avenue of trees has withered away into a sea of brown. The stream has dried up. The chirping blue-tits have been replaced by livid bats, and the fragile butterflies have transformed into moths as black as night. Everything has decayed. This realm is now a place of darkness and death. For as far as I look, black is all I can see. There is no way out. I have been lead here, lured by my own greed.
Dark Light • Opuss № I