Here I am, again, walking down this wide, wrecked road with twisted, broken signs and buildings that are left to ruins. The sky has forever been crimson like permanent blood stain, smothered with dark, sick clouds that withhold its agony within its thickness. Electric runs across the sky, through the clouds and touches the surface of the earth every couple of seconds. I can only imagine the thunder for it is silent in this… ghost town where the air is as still as my hair, and the atmosphere is neither hot nor cold. I am singing the same, old melancholic tune – on my way to visit my dear Sanity, Chris, where he rests in the eye of the maelstrom. He must have already known that I’m coming for him.
The end of the road leads to a whirlpool obscured by the mist, right under the gigantic, violet moon where, ironic as it sounds, one can feel the calmness and solitude in the midst of the entire calamity. The moon has always been ten times larger and closer to the planet and never seemed to have left its spot.
‘Ah…’ A silhouette appeared, floating on the water. ‘Isn’t this a beautiful day?’
The same rhetorical question has never amused me.
‘What took you so long?’ The mist slowly clears, revealing his appearance. ‘You’ve come here more than a hundred times and besides there’s only a single road in this place – you couldn’t have possibly gotten lost.’
‘I was enjoying the fascinating scenery. Too bad you can’t enjoy it as much as I do.’ Chris is blind.
He chuckles, ‘As witty and aggressive as always, Tony. Your sarcasm is an endless amusement to me.’
‘This isn’t why I’m here. You know I’ve come for a reason.’
‘You’re pissed and your logic tells you to throw this boiling madness away but you don’t know how, and so you’re here to consult your Sanity.’
I looked down at the water – not surprised to be unable to see my own reflection but the purest colors in the world. The colors are reflections of my true feelings. ‘You know it better than I do.’
‘There’re things which I may know far beyond than you think, but that doesn’t mean I know everything. Don’t take me for granted.’
‘You’ve been very kind and of utmost help. I’m greatly appreciative of that.’
The Sanity smiles, ‘Very well then.’ He mentions a word: Tranquility. That is it.
It is Chris personality to be vague when it comes to advices, or rather it is his job. I step on the whirlpool and all of a sudden perpetual light pierces through the menacing clouds and it seems to be cracking like a piece of glass -- so fragile. It blinds me as I feel my body evaporating to the sky.
‘You’ll be back to The Realm, again. I’ll be waiting.’
