Indigo stood silently, looking at the door. With a slow
creaking sound, it opened. Taking a deep breath, Indigo walked inside, his
stomach churning at the thought of the unknown.
It was misty, dimly lighted and the air was cool. It was surreal;
there seemed to be a lifting sensation, as light as feather. Indigo listened to
the soothing rhythm of a metronome echoing softly around him, reminiscent of
monks chanting in the temple. He closed his eyes, and in a matter of seconds,
strong gusts of wind which whipped at his clothes were overwhelming. A piece of
paper smacked onto his face and he squinted at the familiar handwriting…
“Have
faith in God,
May
we reunite.”
Gasping in shock, Indigo realized his
sister was here somewhere and clearly in trouble! Darting left and right, he
stumbled on a hidden hinge and landed face-down on the marble floor. Walls
began to close in around him and falling debris covered the ground.
Panicking, he forced his way through
the knee-deep cobbles, sliding his hands around the surrounding barrier in
search of opening but to no avail. Sighing in defeat, he lowered his head to
pray. Moments later, he checked his watch— 5:37p.m. Cocking his head, he looked
around to confirm the time and leapt back in alarm at the ghastly sight behind.
Amidst the cobbled surface, a decaying
hand stood upright, as if imitating the Statue of Liberty. Indigo tried to
avoid any other distractions and gazed up in the face of God, but what he saw
completely threw him off. Up above, a woman resembling Cleopatra stared,
openmouthed. Seizing this golden opportunity, he waved his arms wildly as a
signal for help and yelled, pleading with her to save him.
A ray of viridity shone down, and
Indigo embraced its warmth, enclosed in safety, glad that he would see the
outside world again. He wanted to see his mom and sister so badly. A notion
struck him. His sister.
Whether he was hallucinating or
perfectly conscious Indigo could not tell. In the distance, he regarded a young
boy enduring an unbearable yet thriving pain. He put that aside and focused on the radiance of
the other side, with the vast endless
void separating the figure of a sleeping girl and him. Inching closer, he could
just make out her face…
Is that you, Princess?
[394-word-composition]
-Originally written a year ago-
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