The Celestial Engine (F. S. M. 1)

Note 1: Post Border of Dreams

This time it’s not a dream like those that have been haunting me every night. I want to call them nightmares but she insists on telling me they are the beautiful dreams of a special person. I try to escape but I’m always dragged inside those pits, always carried like a confused bird to unknown destinations. The strange lady from beyond the light said that my presence is interesting. Somehow, I cannot fear her. She’s there now, guarding us with a gentle smile. The smell of cherry blossoms saturates the air. How can I know it’s that smell? Well, this is a dream after all. There are no petals or flowers, just the intoxicating fragrance…

Note 2: Morning

Today I got a phone call from my friend. She wants to meet me at the park. Will the seemingly endless green and the stars reveal the truth?
I wonder what she’s planning. She always arrives late.

Note 3: Night

Præcipiti iam die,
Cum somnus membra profundit,
Arcani memoriæ progenitor revela te.

7:39pm. A vivid and clean sky offered a myriad of lights, often called “stars”, which shone like distant beacons waiting for someone who would dare to travel and meet them. The moon, an erratic companion of the dark hours, arrived early, greeting people with her pale emulation of the sun, bathing the buildings with a blurry whitish tone. It was as if the sky was grinning at the city and the people thriving in it.
Andrea was waiting outside of the huge complex of buildings that composed the university campus. “Meet me at the park”, were the only words she clearly got from her dreamy friend, Mary, who supposedly wanted to talk about something extremely important. She could’ve picked a better time, though. It was already a bit late and she didn’t have dinner yet but, well, she preferred to talk with her friend than spend another hour at home in her room, wasting time and putting up a lame attempt at studying.

‘Andrea!’ A voice exclaimed.

“About time…”, Andrea thought. Mary was running towards her, carrying a big bag with her and ignoring the fact that she hit two students. She almost lost her hat in the process. Now, why she kept wearing such a thing was beyond her understanding but, apparently, it allowed Mary not to see things the same way the others did. That gaze, that smile, she always looked so damn cheerful and happy behind that curtain of silence.

‘You are twenty…’ Andrea said, staring at her watch.

‘… one minutes and thirteen seconds plus some extra milliseconds and a couple of nanoseconds late, I know. Had to pick up some things from my room. Sorry to keep you waiting.’

‘It’s fine. So, why here at the park, Mary? We have the mall, the University’s library, a rooftop…’

‘We’ll need nature on our side tonight. ’ Mary said, cutting all the arguments and not allowing any further complaints.

They walked a bit through the path that led to the green where a lot of people used to play, rest or simply enjoy that huge piece of land still uncorrupted by the hand of man. Nature fenced in the middle of the city.

‘My, my. The sky surely is beautiful tonight! Look at those pretty stars! So shiny, so bright! I can’t believe the city could offer so many of them. Even the moon is with us. Interesting things are bound to occur.’

‘Oh, no, please don’t start with that again.’ Andrea warned her as she walked across the clean path that led to the biggest area of the park, a wide open green with few trees placed here and there.

‘Sorry.’ Mary apologised, scratching the back of her neck. ‘It’s just… Well, I have to live up to my reputation. I’m the weird one, remember?’

‘Yeah… Don’t worry; I’m not angry at you. Moreover, I wish the others could be like you.’

‘Thanks. That makes me feel special.’

—-—-F.S.M. 1 BREAK/MIRROR-—-—

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