Maybe he was
crazy.
In his dreams, she was a divine mystery. She
came only in the midnight of the deep dark dreams. Sometimes she dressed in
flowers, but most of time she dressed in leaves. They always met on an old mountain
trail, except one night.
She rode a red leopard like an Amazon
warrior.
“Why you never speak?” He asked.
There were no answers. She stared at him as
usual. As if she was waiting for
something.
Then, there was a voice in the wind.
“Come.” the voice said. “Come to the
mountain. It is time to return.”
He remembered who said that before.
He was awakened from the dream, when the
clock knocked twelve.
Then he noticed that day was September 9th
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He did go to some mountains.
He visited Mount Rushmore to see the four
heads. He went to Yellowstone to see its fierce beauty. He stood on the Eagle
Point…
But none of them had the old trail in his
dream.
He sat by the bonfire in Yosemite Park at that
night.
It was in a late September. He went to the place
with a group of people, but during the night, he was alone.
He was in the mountain, a deep quite
mountain.
Suddenly, he heard that voice.
“Here you are.”
She was here!
He saw the woman in his dreams. She stood in
front of him. Under the shadow of trees, she looked like an ancient Greek
status under the moonlight. She dressed nothing. She was naked.
“Come with me.”
He followed her order, as if there was no
choice.
Then they walked on that mountain trail.
When he walked he saw her body. He knew it was
not belong to a human being, but still, he thought it was charming. That was
nothing related to sexual desire. Actually, when he thought about sex, it made
him feel guilty.
They kept silent.
They walked through the forest without a
voice, just like ghosts in the mountain.
It was just like his usual dreams, except
the ending part. She led him to the end of the trail, which never happened.
“This is it.”
He wondered what was behind the tall trees.
They walked through the trees.
The glare of the suns almost blinded his
eyes.
After he got used to the light, he saw there
were nine suns on the east sky. On the west sky, however, was a crystal moon. There
was a woman on that.
He was shocked. He was stunned. He saw
flying dragons playing on the clouds. He saw them bringing the water from the
heaven to the earth.
He saw a giant running across the land. The
giant drank the rivers when he got thirsty and rested by his walking stick, which
grew into a giant tree.
In the tree, there were thousands of unnamed
birds. They sang different stories with human voices. Most of the stories had
already been forgotten. Most of the stories he had never heard.
They were far, far away and long, long time ago…
“You are Shan-Gui.” He called her name. “You
are the goddess of the mountain.”
She smiled as usual.
And she talked.
“Several years ago, you took away something from me.” She spoke in fluent Chinese, which
he could hardly understand. “Now it is time to return.”
She put her hand into his chest pocket, and took
out something.
It was the tin box.
“It must be important.” He remembered what
his father said.
She opened the box and poured it out.
There was nothing but black dirt.
The same color of the ground, where they stood
on.
“It is just
dirt.” He heard he said.
Shan-Gui looked at him surprisingly. She
stared at him.
Then she smiled sadly as if she noticed something.
“You look alike.” She said. “But you are so different.”
He noticed he made a mistake. He wanted to
say something to remedy, but it was too late.
All of a sudden, he found himself falling
into a dark world.
It was night. It was quite.
He sat by the bonfire alone, but he felt so cold.
He returned to his world again. It was the
world with no magic, no tales, and no memory.
He saw the tin box on the ground. He picked
it up and looked into it.
But it was empty.
Suddenly, he felt so tired.
He closed his eyes.
He knew there would be no dreams tonight.
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| I do not know who draw this, but I like this feeling. you can hardly tell how this goddess looks like. She is no more than a concept. |
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