Dreamweaver 011 - Reflections.

The young man returned to his home as he would when much time had passed through night.
The streets emptied, the birds asleep.
Through all these signs of inactivity he found the world at its fullest.
Strip away all that made it seem lively, one would come to understand what is liveliness in the first place.

He sat at his table, as he normally would. Lit a cigarette, as he normally do.
Another long day, he thought, as he poured himself a drink.

The young man and his drink held a special bond together. Without it, his mind would fluctuate much too quickly to find comfort in the moonlight. Without his inner silence he would not have heard the whispers in the night wind- the soothing, gentle lullaby. Sometimes it just takes his breath away, when on other nights its a siren of warning.

The silence, darkness and cold of the night makes one reach a degree of loneliness no child had ever thought possible. We fear it. One would need to embrace the elements. Conquer one's own fears. Only then can one begin to find comfort in their fears.

He sat in silence, and kept his senses open, as he had done since the beginning.

The absence of light was not the one that made him lonely- sunlight made it seem as if he was not.
The cold was not the one that made him lost and confused- warmth made it seem as though he was not.
The night winds however, had always whispered their words of encouragement.
"You won't understand the truth by living a life depending on the false" they breezed.

Darkness Eternia~ 01

Sight.

His eyes? You mean there's more of you?

"Maybe." he said. "I can't say- and not because i don't want to."

So.....?

"Well, you see..." He trailed off, obviously feeling uncomfortable, "I don't feel like it."

Same thing.

The boy stared at him- but not into his eyes. No, he could only stare at his cheeks, or eyebrows. Meeting such a gaze is was unbearable. One would feel as exposed as a mad individual doing gymnastics naked in the middle of a bustling city rush hour, and being on live international television at the same time.

The eyes draw in everything. Nothing was spared. Not even your thoughts, let alone your wildest fantasies.

"This would go alot faster if you accept the fact that you can not hide anything from me."

I know.

"So what's left to do?" he asked. Knowing well of the answer and knowing full well that it is already in the boy's head. He asked confidently. He's already seen the answer.

Against one as such, the answer can only be honesty.

So, must have a really good vision...?

"Hah! You're starting to loosen up. I like that. Now we have a better chance at getting things to go along"

I wasn't cracking a joke.

The boy stopped to study the situation. There he was siting on a public bench of a shopping district, mining his own business, and here comes the eyes of god.

"Don't use that word, friend. Let's just say you're sitting next to sight itself- or vision. I'd prefer either of those against the... well..." he looked around as if obviously starting to feel uncomfortable even saying it, "Eyes of God".

But you said-

"I said you can consider me to be his eyes. But i'm not, the erm.... "

...Eyes of God said the boy. Loud and clear.

"All right, all right. Just give me a break there." He said. Fidgeting his leg and constantly looking around. "I'm not supposed to be here all day"

What are you and what can you see? Asked the boy.

"Everything." said the man, "as everything as anything that has any shred of everything-ness that you can possibly think about, and more."

Including words in my head.

"I am sight and vision. Master of the perspectives. I see what is real and what is not- i see more than you can possibly imagine." he said. Excited that this meeting had finally progressed. "I can see every single ant that crawls on the other side of this Earth, but even more than that, i can see each ray of light that ever escaped the sun itself..." He paused, took a deep breath, "...and all other stars in the multiverse."

The boy understood that this is not even human at all, but more importantly, this creature had absolutely no reason to tell lies.

Must be such a burden he thought.

"But that is not all. I've only told you the extent of what i can see that is real, and believe me young child, reality is the very least of what my sight grants me. What you want an explanation of, is what i can see, and let me tell you that the world is much more filled with what is unreal as compared to reality."

I don't see the point in seeing so much of what is not real.

"Ahah!" he cracked a smile. "That's funny. I know its not intentional. But i still find it funny"

Avoid talking about or even using the word "see".

The man raised a finger, and pointed towards a group of children playing together.
"Those children. What do you see?"

The boy set his gaze on the children. Little boys having fun. They can't be more than 10 years of age. Put a group of boys together to play, what else would they do? They'll pretend to fight. They would run around and pretend to attack each other with invisible swords or shields or guns and the only way you could tell if it hits would be from the sound effects they shout out upon the make-believe impact.

"You'll be surprised at how much you can learn from studying children. If you want to know what humanity is all about- study the really young and the really old. The in-betweens will only break your faith."

The boy looked at the children and wondered what he was suposed to see.

"Why i chose those children" said the man, interrupting his chain of thoughts, "was to show you exactly what you don't see."

But you do?

The boy didn't see it, but he knew the man was giving him a look. The kind one gets for saying something ridiculous.

"What you don't see is what is not real. the swords they hold, the guns, the bullets it fires. Strain your eyes infinitely and you won't even see a speck of its hilt. That girl wishes she has wings of pure white- the kind that holds its own inner glow. Her fantasy makes her float through the crowd in mine eyes. A beautiful dream. She has beautiful wings."

He paused for a moment.

"Time" He snapped, "time is not as real as reality, but more real than fantasy."
The boy was struggling to hold all this information in.
"The boy with the blue flaming sword- the one on the right by the way- has a noble heart that he achieved at the age of 25. At 28 he will die from trying to save a little girl from being kidnapped in Spain. He did a lot of good before he died, i can even see the good he would do had he not died on that day."

The boy looked at the child. He knew what he heard was fact, and sadness swept through him.

What happened to the girl?

"Nothing good. I will spare the details. Unlike your human heart, mine does not feel anguish." replied the man. Short and brief.

"But i digress. It is time for the big question of the day-"

Why are you here.

"Unlike that young dreamer over there," he pointed at the young lady and paused for a victorious grin, "your wings are real, and being one who sees all, I am here because of your future."

Dreamweaver 010 - The Immortals II~

The old man stood and walked closer.
He moved slowly, as the elderly do.
But with each step, he moved faster.
With each step, he seemed younger.

Can't trust my own eyes anymore.

The old man wore an old grey robe, which danced with the winds.
A robe that seemed worn by the elements for decades maybe.
Yet with each step the robe grew darker.

Fight.......flee...
Let's wait and see.


The old man is now half way towards his journey.

That's a bit too close for comfort.
My eyes are definitely not failing.

It almost seemed as if he sensed the uncertainty and paranoia,
Since the next movement he made to share the same bench flowed like a river,
But without the sense of time.
He was halfway to his destination, yet at the same time he had also reached it.
Time stood still yet it burned through.

What on earth is this?

"I am everywhere" He said.
The old man- no, this man can't even be more than 25! is now sitting on the same bench. His grey robe appears to be more of a black hooded jacket, a material so dark it could only be matched by his own trousers. Modern in every way that is definitely not what a tattered grey robe would be.
"I am Sight and also Vision" He continued.

The silence hung in the air like a note-

Are you... a God?

Seeming to have expected the question, his reply was brief.
"Heavens no."
He sat on the bench, for comfort, and crossed his legs.
Looking up to the skies he said, "But I suppose you can say I'm his eyes"

Dreamweaver 009 - The Game~

"I fold." Said one.
That's one down.

Now its just me and him. Or her. Can't really tell from the lighting.
I think it's the lighting.

Our eyes met.
I braced myself.

"I raise another 50" it said.

Shit. I've got nothing.

It's been on a winning streak.
A streak the entire table knows i'm not following.

I'm in, and i'll raise another 30.

It grinned. Maybe I was too obvious.

"Bad pokerface boy" it said.
That's what i heard anyway.
But its lips moved a different word.
It's lips..
It said "Your wings flinched"

He can see them.
And that's around the time i realised how hot the room was.

Dreamweaver 008 - The Immortals~

There we were.
Sitting on the public bench.
Opposite sides of the circle.
Facing one another.

That old man's been staring at me for quite sometime now...

It's strange though, the more i look at him the deeper his eyes seem.
Almost...hollow.

No wait.

Deeper than hollow. It draws one in.

It only took a moment before one feels pulled in.
I caught myself and pulled to reality.

He saw it all... and even smiled.
The bastard.

The eye that reflects the absoluteness of nothing is in fact just drawing in.

That is what it feels like anyway.
And he knows it.

The bastard.