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The day has been restless



The sun has finally set.



Countless jewels and a large pearl light the dark sky.



I wander from my dwellings and IT summons me.



I'm not exactly sure what IT is yet.



IT sounds (magical), IT smells(wonderful), and IT feels...my god it feels.



Whatever IT is, it's drawing me, calling me.



Over the hills and through the woods,



I follow, I follow, I follow.



I hear movement...the wind?...yes...no...water!



A stream is near.



I have found it. It is not that which has called out to me...so alas, I continue my quest.



My journey leads me here...to this wall.



So very tall and not so very small.



Sculpted from black marble it is and covered in ivy.



This is it..no, not IT.



What IT is, is behind this wall.



The smell, the sweet sweet smell of flowers and fruit.



It's amazing, so fucking amazing.



The sound is indiscribably gorgeous.



I must get over this wall...this god damned wall...



There! A tree. I climb.



As I reach the top...I cannot believe what IT is.



IT is the most beautiful thing I have ever gazed upon in my life.



IT is a magnificent field of flowers, glass roses, black and white stretching for an eternity.



The pearl's light shines and reflects, lighting the way and revealing a path.



I walk along the wall and find the path.



The ground is so...so soft...so comforting.



I walk.



The smell is so perfect. How can glass produce such a scent.



Shh...Listen...



The wind blows across the glass and creates the call of the fantasma.



As I walk, I watch, I gaze, and I love.



I approach a cliff to observe something even more beautiful than the seemingly endless field.



Another field...not of flowers...of statues...blue glass?



No.



Ice.



Ice statues of people. In every stance, position, or form imaginable.



So beautiful..oh, so beautiful.



Silence.



The wind ceases and all is calm as I stare into the glistening abyss.



There is a light from below. It extends and slithers towards me.



I do not move.



It wraps around my arms and my legs. It carries me down.



And then all is still, all is warm yet all is cold. I cannot move. I am one of them now.



How did this happen? I don't care. I am like them now.



This must be what IT really feels like. I can stay here forever.



I am frozen, I am beautiful, I am IT.