A lighthouse shines inside the starry lion. No matter how dark…no matter how silent…the lighthouse illuminates a fool’s steadfast will.
Stop. Turn back. This is far enough. It’s never far enough. I’ll never turn back. The dark can only hide furry nocturnal scavengers. Daylight taught me the truth. I’ve seen the dead trees. The dead leaves. The singing birds. And the sprouting flowers. There’s nothing left to see and nothing to fear.
My feet take me deeper into the dark. My eyes can’t blink. Hypnotized…charmed…mystified…where am I?
Wind glides an airy finger across my face, and then wipes away an imaginary tear. The trees sway. The bark creaks. The leaves laugh. My senses are closing in, but my feet keep walking. My eyes fixated on the dark.
Aerial voices whisper and whistle inside of an invisible forest. It’s just the wind.
Are you sure? You’ll never know…you can’t know…the dark tells you what to see…
It’s just the wind.
The trees laugh and dance while the lighthouse shines inside of the starry lion. A cynical heart pumps my blood, and I’m willing to risk everything…for a darker truth. I’ve grown bored of what the daylight has to offer. I no longer want to see with my eyes. Intuition will lead this mortal man astray. That which is bound by fact shall never be feared. A possibility conjured by the mind needs to be respected.
…how can you be certain? Something is there…beyond the dark…beyond the trees…beyond the whispering winds…
** Based on True Events **