Unimaginable existence

- I have a special affection for this deserted place. The kingdom of Esis, of which you obviously know nothing. A realm without elements that I protect with my magic and where...your human virgin body will know the pain of magic.

I saw him, dazzled, coming down from a mass of mists. His eyes more glittering, more cruel than ever.

His arrogance and his adoration of chaos was exuding from his whole person, until it crushed me.

- You are so mortal, so human, your emotions are so visible and burning. Your life is like a flame that is easily extinguished by a breeze. That's why I see so much fear in you.

Fear of which he was a total stranger, no doubt. This fear of the short human life, fear of failing and dying, but especially the fear of seeing your loved ones die. What a pitiful weakness, indeed. But I wondered if this weakness was not preferable to this monstrous imperfection of which he was without question the most imposing allegory. The joy also had to be totally non-existent

Faced with my probable death, my mind was at first hopelessly paralyzed, but when it finally started to work again, I analyzed with a coldness that I didn't know myself the situation in which I found myself, and the end that was destined to me, and to have to join the people who were dear to me, gone long before me in the rest, like my beloved uncle, finally if my savior, who had become in no time my executioner, really decided to finish me off right here.

- It's true, I don't know anything about this kingdom. I don't know most of the things that make up the Earth, all that, I confessed, pointing to all the space that surrounded them, no. So I don't think I have to apologize.

- I didn't ask you to.

I shook my head, not returning the incomprehension of my stranger.

- Do you despise humanity that much? I asked in pain. Has your immortal life condemned you to despise what we are? I may be ignorant, but I know that I am not ready to know...to die, though I sense in you this desperate need to destroy me.

He looked at me with his transparent eyes, then instead of answering me directly, he said something that touched another unknown part in me.

- You sound like someone I once knew. She didn't hate my power either. So I think you're wrong to be so afraid.

I was jealous. I was jealous of a woman whose name I didn't even know, because of this person I somehow knew even less about. It was simply ridiculous and irrepressible.

- I know I am. But I don't think it's my fault...

- It would be stupid to think otherwise now. And if I trust my instincts, you've already lost loved ones so...you should be able to handle the rest.

He understood that right away.

- Yes, my uncle, mother's great love...and my father.

- You're too young to mourn them. he said, radiating even more. They are at peace anyway. They live together eternally.

Gone in the reverie that he made me glimpse through his whole being, I didn't notice the change in the way he saw me. And suddenly he wrapped me in a misty vine and raised me to his height, in front of him, burning me with his lifeless eyes.

- Look towards the east.

I turned my head to the right, huge clouds were gathering there, growing even more, until they covered the sky and gave vent to their legitimate anger.

Is this how he decided to take my life? I asked myself, more curious than frightened. I speak thus of death with lightness undoubtedly because deep down I was certain that this so sublime being will not kill me, that only his solitude had pushed him to this strange amusement.

He also wanted to show me a freedom beyond my reality and his great strength floating far above the chains of mortality. I watched as this monstrous power of nature moved safely towards us, and then I looked at him.

- Do you want to hurt me that badly?

And I wanted to take him in my arms.

He smiled at me thoughtfully.

- You are right. I am more alone than anyone you have ever known.

Dania was amazed again at his ability to read thoughts when she was sure he wasn't reading them.

He stroked my hair.

- I don't know humanity. But I recognize your greatness or your great naivety. To think that you have the stupidity to carry me, your enemy of empathy.

But I shook my head, indifferent to his sarcasm.

- No, you're wrong. I am not good. I probably never will be. But I don't care. Because I am only good for you. As long as you want me to be.

He laughed. Then leaned over, brushed his lips against my satiny cheek, then slowly moved down to my mouth.

- How beautiful you are, so beautiful. You are able to bear, even for a short while, what I am. I love this side of you so true, so I ask you never to give it up.

- So let's be together! I cried out passionately as I took his hands, hands so beautiful and so cold that I could only contemplate them in silence. You had hardly saved me when I already knew that I...

But he cut off my words from his mouth. And I was sure that for everything I would let him do. Nothing prepared me for such a feeling that no words could ever describe.

- No, please don't say it. For all that I am, is too heavy a burden.

- So don't underestimate my willingness to carry it with you! After all, I am human, the race you find so hard to imagine.

He shook his head.

- I will never do it. Goodbye... Dania.

In tears, I clung to him, trying to hold him back. But he refused this help and disappeared in a sea of fog as unbreakable as his loneliness.

And without me understanding what happened to me, a black hurricane carried me away in its infernal currents. The spirits of nature poured their immortal fury on me, taking away my last strength and making me sink into the appeasement of unconsciousness.

Where am I? Why am I here? This feeling was familiar! I was preparing to wake up from my torpor, my aching body resting on something soft. If I hadn't experienced what I had, I would think I was in bed. Despite this comfortable state, I had to get up and go home.

It was with difficulty that I opened my eyes, I had to get used to this place. A lamp, exactly the same as in my room, and the color of the walls, yellow chick. Mom loved this color, she always said that her favorite animal had this hanging and that even dead its plumage shone as much of the same lights. I reached out my hands, and felt a warm body next to me, so warm...

- Mom...

I turned my head towards this person with the same warmth as Mother, and almost gave a cry of surprise when I saw the familiar face.

- Mama...

So I'm home safe. I smiled sadly for a moment, then moved closer to Mother and pressed myself against her before calling out to her.

I stuck to her before calling back, serene and restful sleep. A smile appeared on my lips at the memory of this being. Even now, if I were asked to describe him, I would still be unable to do so: the green of the nature of the enchanting nightingale, the coldness of the void.

Nothing can describe him. But I will probably never see it again. In these peaks which led me to him, I will deposit my memory. He was a being who did not understand weakness. But for him alone and for this one memory, breathtaking of all, I was ready to make the exception of forgetting. Because the pain was too great. And no amount of forgetting would ever be strong enough to take it away anyway. And I would also have to go on with my life, which for a single moment he had touched with his, with an unparalleled strength.