Shooting Star. A Love Story. Ch.3 Blossoming

  1. Blossoming


        Feeding the Koi became a daily ritual for Kenzo. The intimacy of these moments and the magic surrounding the pair of beautiful, friendly fish eased the communication, weaving the thread of love between Kenzo and Ren. Yes, there were still questions left unanswered: despite his best convincing tactics, Ren kept refusing with a smile to say his family name or to give a hint of his home location. He always left first the park and vanished, though JT had tried a few times to follow him.

-Nothing! I’m unable to follow him successfully. He never turns back yet he seems to know I’m in his footsteps. So, at one point or another, he tricks me and disappears!-said Jun Tanaka, half annoyed, half amused. I think you should leave it on him to learn his whereabouts. It looks like he grew to your heart anyway.

-I must admit I’m completely hooked-grinned Kenzo-and you’re right. I don’t care who he is, where he comes from. I’ve never felt this way before for anyone in my life. Well, summer vacances are approaching so maybe I should invite him to my cabin in the mountains.  

-It’s a place to catch shooting stars at night-he teased his young friend the next day. Sometimes they’re almost as big as the Koi in the pond.

-Don’t tell me-laughed Ren pleasantly. I might accept your invitation and you might fall short in providing Star-Kois!

     So one Friday afternoon, Kenzo picked Ren from the park entrance and they drove towards the mountains. They left the car in the parking lot at the feet of the mountain and took their backpacks. There were a  few hours of daylight left and sometimes, the pathway was narrow and steep, so the two young men hurried to get to the top on time.

     The broadleaf forest was opening before them step by step. The sunlight, filtered through the entwining of the canopy, was falling sometimes in fine sparkling dust, sometimes puncturing the green dome in bright pencils of rays. The forest was alive with noises and bird songs, while from the carpet of grass and modest wildflowers, tiny leaf-frogs were leaping aside from time to time. Then the pathway climbed higher, in a steeper manner, requiring more attention. Here, deers were walking in close knit groups, generating small rock-slides through the forest. Kenzo lead the way but sometimes Ren sprung upwards, taking his place. Inside Nature’s open arms, the youth opened all of a sudden, like a flight thirsty bird. Kenzo watched him lovingly and in amazement. For him, Ren was nothing short of a beautiful young spirit of Nature. Though he has never been there before, he fitted so gracefully in this place! Still, it was a dangerous place and Kenzo took no risks. He caught up with Ren just in time.

    With a loud thud, a chunk of rock dislodged from up high and was rolling towards them! Kenzo grabbed Ren and held him close as the bulge of rock was speeding down, followed by a cascading stream of dirt, leaves and uprooted plants. For a fraction of a moment, he closed his eyes, inhaling Ren’s scent, feeling his heartbeat in his protecting palm.

-Phew! This was close! -breathed out the youth, unfolding from Kenzo’s arms. Thanks! You saved my life.

– Well, we’d better hurry up before another murderous forest spirit brings down the whole mountain!-chuckled Kenzo. We’re almost there!

   The forest ended abruptly and the perspective opened to a rocky plateau. The neat log cabin was built in a grassy spot, closer to the forest. There was even a small freshwater source, running through the high grass and disappearing in the forest behind. Before them, the horizon opened wide, high above the forest expanse below.

-Wow! -Ren’s eyes opened in amazement. It feels like we’re on the top of the world!

-Wait until the night falls!-said Kenzo. That’s when the stars swim in…-he added with a wink. Let’s unpack and eat something. Climbing here is a true appetizer!

    They quickly unpacked and Ren took hold of the cooking. He playfully teased Kenzo all the way round for his lack of skills in the kitchen, but the result was a very enjoyable meal in a lighthearted atmosphere.


Moon Story-Myths of a new world (ch.1)


I am the Ocean, wild and restless….Passionate and tumultuous….running from shore to shore, embracing coasts and sands….lighted up by my bold lighthouses….Goddess…Cradle….Lost in love between the Land and the Moon

Land-god: Adanes

Ocean-goddess: Eneys

Moon-goddess: Selurys

River god: Joren

River goddess: Janysse

Forest goddess: Shantania

Mountain-god: Gormell

Sun-god: Arauss

Wind-gods: Walcor

Animal kingdom: Faunes

Plants: Floriesse

There was a time when the planet was just a barren bulge of rock rolling around the sun, followed closely by its equally dull companion, the Moon. The surface of the Earth was dull-brown, cracked and dusty and the grey moon in its skies was much closer than nowadays.

In the eerie silence of the hollow space surrounding this odd pair, Time was monotonously flowing and there was no sign that things would change anytime close. Oh, but that was just an illusion! As soon as the news of an untouched and hopeful planet spread through the Universe, fleets of young and bold gods took their course towards the planetary system. They were coming from different corners of the stellar vastness, their knowledge gained and polished throughout many other such challenges. There were land-gods and water-gods, air-gods and moon-gods, ice-gods and fire-gods, wind-gods, forest and plain gods, star-gods, thunder gods, rain gods and everything imagination could bring to life. They came in various shapes and size, greeting each other as old friends. Soon, the Earth was undergoing huge changes and some of these creative young spirits were ready to call this new planet: home.

The excitement and the hardship of the challenges of reshaping of the planet brought some of the gods and goddesses close and love took flight in blaze under the new skies. The mighty Adanes, leader of the land-shaping gods had no eyes but for Eneys, the skillful goddess of the planetary ocean. They quickly teamed-up and while the young man was putting all his strength into rising rows of towering mountains, the graceful young woman was bringing the blue waters up to the rim of the land, washing the shores, smoothing the lines, filling them with soft, silken sands and colorful pebbles.

On the land, Joren, the River-god and his sweet-heart, Janysse, the River-goddess were running free, sometimes alone, sometimes together, cutting deep in the flesh of the rock, creating steep or large valleys, jumping on boulders, falling in sprinkling, splashing, roaring cascades….Their children, crystal clear springs, glittering streams, boisterous rivulets were crisscrossing the land in an huge life-giving web.

To keep close to his loved one, Adanes raised islands inside the swaying expanse of blue-green oceanic waters while Floriesse, goddess of the Vegetal Kingdom adorned them with lush greenery and exotic flowers. Then came Faunes, god of the Animal Kingdom and filled the branches with colorful, noisy birds and under his artful touch, some of the flowers took flight, becoming butterflies. Enchanted by the beauty of these unexpected gifts, Eneys’ heart was flooded by her love for Adanes and she rolled the frothing waves around the islands, building magic underwater gardens below their shores.

As the final touch of creation was done upon the planet, the gods and goddesses gathered on the top of the highest mountain to celebrate and to enjoy the fruits of the land.

-What a beautiful work we did, my friends!-exclaimed Shantania, the forest goddess. I’ve never felt so inspired like I felt here! I’ve loved to dress up in greenery your bold heights, Gormell-she continued with a charming smile towards the giant god of the mountains. I raise this cup of wine to all of you!


Lying lazily on his comfortable chair, the Sun-god was shaking his head in slight disapproval. He made a grimace as he took a sip from his glass ….

-Yeah, you’re right Shantania. This place looks great now! But that dull piece of rock following this magnificent planet is annoying. It spoils the harmony of the entire neighborhood; it’s lifeless, colorless and hopeless…I wish it didn’t exist!

-Don’t be so cruel, Arauss!-exclaimed Eneys, distraught by the harsh judgment upon the poor little moon. It’s too small to contain life but I think it’s still a lovely companion for the planet.

The other gods laughed and that just spilled oil on the fire; the Sun-god got angry. He was a temperamental guy, usually joyful and nice but on a short fuse. He jumped to his feet and trashed his glass.

-I could send that useless pebble to the outskirts of the system!!!

-Don’t. You. Dare.

The voice saying this was something between a hiss and a growl, instantly sending shivers on the spine of the audience. They all turned towards the newcomer and so did Arauss. The Sun-god was about to deliver a shattering reply but as he faced the stranger, he reddened and swallowed his fury.

-Oh, I see….It’s you…-he muttered.

The shortness of his response left everyone stunned. They weren’t used to see the flamboyant young man stepping back from a confrontation. Who was this stranger anyway? The gods watched it with unhidden curiosity.

The young woman standing before them was tall and slender, an androgynous appearance. She was wearing a dark blue velvet tunic and slim pants and her black hair was braided in a complicated coiffure. But the most astonishing, even disturbing feature was her face: it was half black, half silver-white and the almond shaped eyes were matching the opposite colors. From the black half, the eye of liquid silver was watching them coldly, piercingly while the night black eye of the silver side had a warm but melancholic look. The woman bowed politely towards the audience.

-I salute you-she said and this time her voice was deep and soft. Let me introduce myself: I’m Selurys and Arauss is my step-brother. I came here to change the fate of the modest companion of this planet.

In a spur of a moment everyone surrounded her, talking excitedly, offering her treats and wine and a place at the table of gods. Though he stood morose at first, Arauss reconciled after a while with the presence of his step sister and the feast went on joyfully.

-I’m glad that she came to give a chance to the little moon!-said Eneys, her wide turquoise eyes twinkling happily. She seems to be a nice person.

She cuddled in the arms of her husband and Adanes laughed, squeezing her lovingly.

-You have a wonderful heart, my darling. By the way: I’ve tried to get some information about Selurys from her brother but I think that Arauss is already drunk because he mumbled something about her being a trickster or some kind of a magician.

-She looks strange but I remember my grandmother telling us stories about some elusive gods of light, called “tellurians”. It came to my mind the moment I saw her. I don’t care if she’s going to perform tricks or magic as long as she can keep the moon safe from her brother’s rage! Arauss can be so annoying sometimes…

-I’m sure she will-chuckled Adanes, kissing Eneys. Don’t worry! Let’s go dance!

Late that night, Eneys was peacefully sleeping in the arms of her love, under the dome of sparkling stars. The planetary ocean was gently rocking from shore to shore, the night breeze playfully ruffling its glossy surface. All the gods were resting except for one.

From her vantage point, Selurys was watching the world. She held up a hand, her long, graceful fingers moving in a slow, mysterious dance until a bluish white light sparked on her fingertips. Selurys caught that luminescence, rolled it carefully in both palms and then, with a swift gesture she spread it over the world bellow. Minutes later the light reached the surface of the ocean, making it translucent for the fraction of a moment. Selurys was watching intensely, searching for something hidden in the liquid abyss. When she finally spotted it, she nodded and left the place with a small sigh.

Up in the skies, not so far from the planet, the silent moon was waiting for her.

Standing in the middle of the dull-grey plain, the young goddess was spinning round and round, her long, silver streaked black hair flowing in the air like a magic veil. Black and white, black and white…the two-faced goddess was turning with arms raised to the skies…Black and white, black and white….

Mesmerized by her spinning, stars were leaving their places one by one, gathering in an enchanted flow, spreading, crashing to the ground with the sound of a million crystal bells…Swoosh! Selurys was turning and the velvet canopy trembled and stars were falling like the rain…Swoosh! The Goddess turned and the glow draped her in a silver cocoon…Swoosh! She kept turning as millions of shards and star-splinters were sinking deep in the soft dust…

Black and white, black and white…Selurys was dancing, swirling, while under her feet, graceful dandelions erupted, turning the plain into a swaying ocean of silver globes. When the last dusty grey spot was covered in silver white, the goddess stopped to catch her breath. The surface of the moon was gleaming and glittering in the milky light.

With a faint smile on her face, Selurys left the bright side of the moon and turned her attention towards the one hidden in the shadow. This side was eternally facing the star-specked darkness of the Universe and light could not survive on its surface. Nonetheless, the moon deserved beauty on both its sides so Selurys traced a few magic signs in the dust and slowly blew air over them.

A shiver ran across the dark land and the rocky crust seemed to waver…then cracked. Tall, dark stems were rising one by one from the cracks, bearing clusters of glossy, black flower bells. The thin, cold air was filling with sweet scents and tiny, silver-spotted black butterflies were flying up and down the dark plain. The work was done; the Moon, faithful friend and follower of the Earth was shining in full glory. Exhausted but happy, Selurys lay down and fell asleep. The Gates of Dawn were soon opening and Arauss was ready to give the start of a new day.

Eneys was wondering if Selurys has managed to do anything for the little moon. It was impossible to get a glimpse of it in broad daylight; Arauss was the undaunted master of the skies for now and all she could do was to wait patiently till the end of the day. Eneys sighed and turned her attention to the rolling waves of emerald and blue. A family of dolphins was splashing playfully, cutting the waves and the goddess of the Ocean joined them with a smile. She summoned a foam horse and led him towards the glowing horizon. The early wind sprayed the salty water into her face and covered her into a shimmering cloak of mist. The galloping of the Sea Horse ended as he reached the soft sands of the shore of a small but spectacular island.

It was one of Eneys’s favorites, with two high pointed peaks and lush forests. She jumped quickly off her horse’s back and run happily along the shore, splashing the water under her feet…..

A large and dark butterfly crossed her path and gracefully sat on her left shoulder. Eneys halted her run and held out her arm, inviting the butterfly to walk into her palm. It was a beautiful creature, with glossy black wings spotted with silver specks….like the night skies. The goddess was amazed; she has never seen such a butterfly before. Yet somehow this fragile creature looked familiar and Eneys was wondering where that feeling was coming from….

-You like my butterfly, Ocean Goddess?-asked a velvety voice behind her.

Eneys turned swiftly and faced the tellurian goddess. Selurys was looking at her with head slightly tilted.

-Your butterfly is beautiful-said Eneys. Now I know why it felt so familiar; it resembles you in both colors and grace. How is the moon doing?

-You’ll see it tonight-said Selurys with an enigmatic smile. You’re invited to visit. The butterfly was meant to be my messenger but then I decided to join you. Would you show me around the island? It’s been a while since I’ve talked with someone….We, the tellurians we are regarded as some oddities by the other gods-she added with a grin.

Eneys shook her head and smiled.

-I would be delighted to show you everything you’d like to see. Come, let’s take this path through the forest; there’s a beautiful waterfall at the end of it and a passageway to the Ocean that only I know.

Selurys bowed courteously and followed the turquoise eyed goddess. Soon, the curtain of greenery closed behind the two young women as they delved deep inside the sanctuary of the tropical forest.

As one footstep followed another, connection blossomed with every word the two young goddesses were exchanging. Like leaves opening one after another on the growing vines thirsty of sunlight, the ongoing conversation was constantly growing and entwining, opening new doors and paths inside the soul of each of them. By the time they reached the remote waterfall, they were both feeling like they knew each other since the beginning of times. The sudden bond was rooted somewhere so deep that they were oblivious where it lied. So when Eneys reached for Selurys and took her by the hand to show her the entrance to the underwater cave, the slim fingers closed in a familiar hold.

-Look down, Selurys!-whispered Eneys, excitement filling her sweet voice. Do you see that light in the depth?

Selurys scrutinized the shadow-filled hollow at their feet and she spotted the bluish patch of light.

-What is there?-she asked.

Eneys playfully shook her head, her long blue-green strands floating in the air and she gave a short laughter.

-There’s a row of stairs leading there. That, my dear tellurian, is my Secret Garden. It’s the place where my foolish heart is hiding to dream and I don’t know why, but I feel like showing it to you. Something tells me that you won’t laugh of me. Come!

The row of stairs was narrow and slippery, the air was damp and cold while the light was scarce in the high cave. But that dimness was not a problem for the eyes of the tellurian goddess; she was a child of Shadow and Light and she was more comfortable here than under the blazing of his brother’s sun. As they stepped off the stairs, the scenery opened before their eyes. It was a shore, a sky and an Ocean inside the planetary Ocean. An unexpected sighting. A personal area. The glow was seemingly coming from an invisible source or maybe the light was encompassed in each grain of sand, in each drop of water and each breath of air. It wasn’t the light of a sun but an inner radiance.

The sand was smooth and silky, the waves gentle and the breeze was soft and scented. Eneys and Selurys sat on the shore, quietly talking. With a few swift moves of a hand, the Ocean Goddess was building ephemeral cities of water while Selurys was sending clusters of silver spotted butterflies to fly around the translucent towers and bridges. Another gesture and the cities were crumbling just to make place to floating islands or fantastic water creatures. The velvet butterflies were gathering and splitting in complicated ballets and the two young dreamers were laughing joyfully.

-It’s getting late and I have to go-said Eneys with an apologizing smile. Adanes will soon return from the continent.

-It’s time for me as well-chuckled Selurys-or I’ll miss my appointment with the Moon. Take your loved one and watch the sky tonight!

They rushed back to the cave, taking the stairs in a hurry. Behind them, the radiance of the Secret Shore was fading. Only the soft, ivory sand was still holding the memory of the two rows of footprints…

The night embraced the world, softening the sounds and effacing contours. On the high dome of the skies the twinkling chandeliers of stars were lighting up one by one. No one was sleeping on the planet. As Eneys spread the word, gods and goddesses, nymphs and naiads and other magical creatures were gathering in excitement, watching the sky.

The wheel of stars was slowly turning when a new light glazed the rim of the horizon. The silver glow gradually spread, conquering more and more of the dark waters of the heights. A thin slice of a white disk emerged beyond the horizon and the stars retracted from its way. All murmurs died on Earth as everyone was holding breath.

One smooth push and the Moon sailed into the ocean of dark above, showering the planet in silver light, casting an eternal spell upon every corner of it, upon every living creature, upon every dreaming soul. Standing in the middle of her dandelion field, Selurys enjoyed the flow of awe mounting towards her. She searched the faces for the one she felt close and there she was! Eneys was riding her carriage of dolphins and she was leading the waves of the ocean towards the light that was falling from above. The waves were rising higher and higher, their fingers of foam reaching to the Moon and the people of mermaids and mermen were riding the rolling waters, saluting the new jewel of the night sky. Eneys stopped and bowed with a smile before Selurys, her green eyes shining like emerald, reflecting the moonlight. Selurys returned the smile and with a spin, released the seeds of the silver dandelions to fly. Millions of tiny sparks filled the air, landing in a slow and graceful swirl on the planet bellow. By the time Eneys reached the island where Adanes was waiting for her, a delicate veil of silver dandelion seedlings was covering her long, blue-green hair.

-You look like a bride, my dear with this flower veil-said Adanes teasingly and kissed her. You’re the Moon bride, I might say….

-It’s beautiful, isn’t it?! The Moon.

Eneys was truly excited by the splendor of the planet’s companion.

-I must admit that Selurys has performed nothing less of a miracle with that seemingly hopeless boulder- boomed the voice of Arauss from his chair hidden in the shadows.

-I have invited our friend to join us tonight-said Adanes to the Ocean Goddess. He wasn’t in the mood for the crowd.

-Good evening, Arauss!-said Eneys, embracing their guest. You seem to be impressed by your sister’s work. May I ask then why do I feel that there’s some bitterness between the two of you?

Arauss sighed.

-It’s not easy to talk about. The Clan of the Tellurians is a strange and challenging one. Whoever lets them in its life can be sure to live through the heights of joy and the depths of misery. They can vanish without a trace and without explanations, leaving you empty and devastated. That’s what happened to my beloved father; one day he woke up to an empty bed and was left with a troubled little girl that never fitted in our Court life. Selurys has remained an oddity despite our father’s best efforts. Not that I was of any help. I was too cocky to accept her and to defend her in front of my friends. She left the Palace as soon as she became of age and since that, we never crossed path.

-She’s very creative and I think she likes me. Despite the appearances, we seem to have a lot in common as points of interest-said Eneys cheerfully.

-And I can understand if she has fallen under your spell-chuckled Adanes. Who wouldn’t? –he asked with a blink.

-Just keep in your mind that she’s a natural charmer, Eneys-warned Arauss. But who knows; maybe your charm will prove more powerful and you will tame her.

Walk in a Dream-waking up in someone else’s dream. Chapter 4.

Chapter 4.

She woke up crying, emotionally drained by the dream. She couldn’t understand. How can anyone do such thing to its child? Why? Why would you use your child as a battleground in a fight with your spouse? It’s senseless and cruel!

She got off the bed and pushed herself into the daily schedule, leaving the impressions of the night to sink deeper and to clear inside her mind. By the time she was sipping her coffee, she felt less vulnerable and she returned to her previous thoughts.

Maybe the parents themselves were a bit lost, not knowing how to react to the fact that they had a very special child. The world they were living was not prepared either and thus, answers or help in understanding how to deal with, were scarce if none at all. This was an important issue in the fragilisation of their connection. While their child needed love, acceptance and protection, both mother and father were desperately trying to “fix” reality according to their own vision. The result….

The girl shook her head in disbelief. The result was nothing less of a disaster. Peeling off the elements of fantasy, the final moments of the dream were speaking volumes about it. Somewhere in this world, a shattered soul was reaching out for help…

“So be it!”-though the girl and stood up to leave for work. She locked the door when she heard the little bell ringing….


The sound was unmistakable; it was little Jordie’s belt bell. I’ve recognized it instantly. Was I truly awake or my dream was continuing? Could it be that the one dreaming it, found a way into my reality, warping it and changing it? The simple thought of such happening made me question my sanity.

So I’ve shrugged off the thought, took a few deep breaths and I walked out the door. No more bells ringing….


She woke up at the same hour, in the middle of the night, with a heavy heart. “What’s next?”-she thought, remembering the other night and the painful question in the eyes of the shattered teenager.

The room was dark and silent and her throat was sore of unexpected thirst. Half asleep, she dragged herself to the bathroom and let the cold water flow for a while. She poured a glass of water and gulped it up. Her eyes met the reflection in the mirror and she froze. At first, she saw herself, sleepy and ruffled but then, there was something new in that image. Something or….someone? Someone was with her in the mirror. Someone was inside her own image, someone whose image was overlapping hers. It was difficult to detect the changes but they eyes were darker, the look inside them, piercing , veiled only by the sheen of sleep in the girl’s eyes.

Then, the feeling became stronger. The more she looked inside those eyes, the stronger the feeling of entwining with someone else became inside her. She instinctively put a hand on her chest; something was moving inside, digging deep in the intimacy of her soul. Something was trying to nest inside her, to find a safe haven. Someone was moving with her, in her. She was herself and someone else as well.

Words appeared on the translucent screen of the mirror, written by an invisible hand: “ Do you remember me ?….”


What should I say? I stared in the eyes of the one(s) in the mirror.

-Help me to remember!-I said. Lead my way through this quest. I want to remember….

The mirror wobbled and I’ve found myself on a white surface, stretching endlessly in all directions into a dense, milky mist. I stood there, waiting….The silence of the place was almost tangible, the mist was slowly undulating in the distance. I closed my eyes and opening wide my arms, I tried to touch….something with my fingertips. In the mirror of my mind, I touched the one nested inside my soul. Its touch was warm and soft. Our fingers, our palms, our hands touched at both ends of the Infinity…Then “+” and ”-” collided in an embrace. I opened my eyes to gaze into the face of the one holding me.

-I’m glad you’re not running anymore!- he said with a playful smile. A youthful face with dark brown eyes, wearing a top hat and a black and red cape. A Magician. He took me by the hand and we stepped inside the forest. The pathway under our feet was covered by azure-blue grass, the leaves of the canopy were shimmering with a golden-yellow glow and a bluish mist was filling the in betweens of the tree trunks. I was mesmerized.

“ If this is a dream, then I don’t want to wake up anymore!”- I thought.

Walk in Dream-When you wake up in someone else’s dream (1)

She woke up gasping for air, her face wet with tears. Leaving the embrace of this dream was becoming increasingly difficult. Each time she was stepping outside the gates, the call of the powerful emotions left behind was tearing into her heart.

She wiped off her tears with a sigh and jumped from the bed. It was getting late. She went to the bathroom and washed her face, then confronted the image in the mirror. Dark eyes, chestnut hair. The average face of an ordinary girl, living and happy, comfortable life. She had no reasons to complain. She had all the reasons to be cheerful and content about her life during the day. But her nights….

Well, that was an entirely different thing. Her nights were opening into another world and another life. It hadn’t been always like that. Her sleep used to be just as quiet and peaceful as were her days. Then everything changed. It happened one night, one particular night when the Moon knocked on her eyelids and she woke up, slightly confused and with an eerie feeling…

She was sitting on her bed, in full moonlight, shivering at the touch of a faint breeze. The walls of her room were gone and she has awaken in an unfamiliar milieu. Wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, she stepped down and walked into the surrounding light. This place was shrouded in a silence so deep that she could count her own heartbeats. She walked cautiously, trying to decipher some contours inside that glow. Emerging under the reign of the Moon, the space unfolding before her wasn’t entirely dark.

 Only a few steps further, the night ended abruptly before the pair of round gates opening in an old wall of bricks. The landscape visible behind the intricate pattern of bars was in full daylight and she could see a grassy pathway curving into the patch of summer forest. The girl stopped at the gates and gingerly touched them. A strange current seeped through her fingers, running down her spine and shaking her confidence. It was a kind of warning and for a moment she felt like she was intruding in someone’s intimacy. She suddenly realised that this wasn’t her dream anymore.  Somehow she has awaken in someone else’s one and the gates she was facing were guarding the entrance of another person’s soul.

The weight of the discovery was overwhelming and the girl turned back sharply, running to her bed left in the moonlight. She curled up under the sheets and closed her eyes.  The wave of dreams washed over her, sending her back to the swirling river of fantasy. Hours later she woke up at home, carrying only a faint memory of her awkward trip.

But when her eyes popped up the following night, she knew exactly where she was. The gates were there, slightly cracked, inviting her. This time, she took the challenge and entered the realms of the opening land. The grass was soft under her feet and the air was warm and fragrant. The sound of the excited giggling of a small child reached her ears:

-Kittyyyy! Kitty-kit!! Wait for me!Kitty!! Where are you?!

A little boy, four or five years old perhaps, came running, chasing a small white cat that was escaping towards the forest. With a playful spring, the ball of fur disappeared in the greenery ahead, leaving the child baffled but determined to pursue his goal.

-I’ll catch you, kitty! I’ll catch you!

He ran into the woods with arms open, eyes shining in expectation. The girl looked around for a parent but she saw no one. Oh well, this was a dream and logic was the last thing you would expect….Still, she felt responsible for the child so she hurried to catch up with him. Under the canopy of the forest it was pleasantly warm and the light was playing in dots and shimmering patches around her. She caught a glimpse of the child’s white shirt and she sped in that direction. The kitten was nowhere to see…

-Kitty! Kitty?! Come back! Kitty…..

The small voice was turning upset and tearful.

-Hey!-shouted the girl. Hey, little one! Wait! Don’t go further! It might be dangerous!

But the child didn’t seem to hear her. His whole world was focused on his quest for the runaway kitten. Eyes glued on a moving spot of light, he jumped back to action shouting joyfully:

-Here you are! I saw you! I saw you, kitty! I’m coming!

The girl ran after him but despite her best efforts, the distance between her and the child wasn’t shortening. The pathway under her feet was propelling further the little boy, while somehow it was slowing  her down. She fought the strange feeling and gathered all her strength to run faster. The contours of world washed into a blur and her vision tunneled towards a shadow-filled perspective, with its only bright spot the small, running silhouette of the boy. The fragments of giggling and laughter were bouncing in the air, disorienting the girl. But she kept running and finally she saw both the child and the kitten.

The cat was sitting in the middle of the path, teasingly moving its tail. There was a mischievous glint in the yellow eyes. With a victorious cry the boy jumped forward to catch him. All of a sudden,Time slowed down while the shape of the white cat broke up into a fistful of butterflies and a pit of darkness opened under the feet of the boy. The girl launched forward quickly to catch him before falling…The child vanished and she bumped into…someone. She almost fell but two strong hands held her up and she heard a voice questioning her:

-Do you always smash into people when you run?


The pathway took off and boldly emerged from the morning mist. We were both a bit nervous as we have left the group and we were heading to an entirely different direction. I could feel the disapproving glances in my back and the murmur of reprobation was carried by the wind to my ears.

We live on a planet of pathways and roads. Each of us has a personally tailored one, a pathway both alive and active, just like the person generating it. The colorful landscapes are crisscrossed by the traces of recent or rediscovered roads; you can find anything from the narrow footpath to the large boulevards, depending on the number and the personality of the pathway-carriers that walked the surface of this special planet. I’ve spent most of my life leading my pathway side by side with others of the thousands of inhabitants of the megapolis,walking day by day between its soaring , fantastic buildings. We didn’t have too many options and we were not making much difference in the turmoil of the city. Still, living here was both safe and comfortable. Oh well, maybe a bit too comfortable for the well disguised rebels we were, me and my pathway. Few of the city dwellers had ever tried to venture outside the perimeter of the buildings. The ones that tried, usually reached the grassland and inevitably turned back in the arms of steel, concrete and glass of our town.

The grassland outside the city was stretching for miles, delving into the blurred horizon where the dark silhouette of a forest was trembling in the light. None of my friends or acquaintances had ever ventured that far. Telltales of dangerous dark depths and monstrous creatures were passed for generations from one another but I was skeptical about the truth of their content.

As I said, my Pathway was just as bored and boisterous as myself. This lukewarm anonymity was becoming tiresome for both of us, so we decided to run away without saying a word. The chosen morning proved to be a cooling early autumn one, with strands of mist crawling lazily in the streets. There were only a few people passing by, still some of them turned curiously after us. The street we had chosen was leading….nowhere, as much as they knew. But for us, it ended abruptly facing a nacreous wall of fog. We both stepped forward, brushing the high stemmed grass and shaking the dewdrops pending on their tips. The Pathway trembled in excitement under my feet and sprang ahead. We were outside the city and inside the unknown.

Moments later, the rising sun hopped higher in the sky, sipping the last scintillating drops of dew. The scenery cleared and filled with sizzling colors. Under the warm touch of the sunlight the silver-green of the grass blades was gradually turning into golden yellow, the grass-ears releasing their tiny grains to the ground while grasshoppers were caught in a frenzy of somersaults. Birds were singing in the skies and under the seemingly endless blue dome, we were running like two crazed spring-bucks. For awhile I wasn’t sure even that my feet were touching the ground as I was riding the speedy ribbon of my Pathway as he was heading towards the towering wall of the forest.

As the day was descending into afternoon, the heat of the sun tempered and the shadows of the trees were leaning more and more towards the field. It wasn’t just a shadow but a constant flow of cold breath emanating from the deep-green, almost black vegetal thick. The forest was growing taller and taller as we approached it, until its silhouette engulfed the last corner of blue sky. The spidery fingers of the trees were pushing the autumn azure away from our reach.

The Pathway stopped abruptly on the rim of the wood. It seemed impenetrable. I was baffled by the fact that I couldn’t find even a faint weed-covered trace of an old pathway passing by. Nothing. All I could see was a dense wall of huge trunks connected by the darkness between them. The canopy was sky high. Baffled and slightly uneasy, we both stopped, pondering if we should follow our way or try another way round. But the wall of vegetation seemed to stretch from left to right indefinitely; the only possible way was through the woods. And it was already getting too late to go back to the city; so we decided to trying our luck walking through the gap opened between two trees. The Pathway moved boldly forward , carrying me as we punctured the barrier of darkness.

Surprisingly there was a faint bluish light inside the forest and for a moment I felt I was under the water. What light could pass through the dense fabric of the canopy was falling in slow motion, dispersing and undulating around us. You would’ve expected a school of fish to emerge behind a tree or to catch a glimpse of a whale swimming gracefully above us.

Looking around, I realised that the forest was not shutting out only the light but it was muffling also the sounds of the outside world. Still, it wasn’t entirely silent. There was an almost imperceptible whisper, surging, receding, surging, receding like the breath of an enigmatic living creature. The more I listened to it, the more eerie it became, sending shivers down my spine. Even my Pathway was feeling nervous, its delicate senses connected to me. I took a deep breath, sending him some reassuring thoughts. Anyway, my curiosity was stronger than my fear.

We jumped over the fallen branches on the forest floor, over the moss covered trunks and the puddles of water soaked fallen leaves. I took a sip of air: it tasted bitter -sweet, like almonds. After awhile,the ground was sloping towards a shallow valley inside the woods. Here, the distance between the trees was becoming wider, lifting some of our anxiety caused by the confined space. We breathed out in relief. Confident, the Pathway sped up and soon, we made our exit into a clearing.

It was a perfect circle on the ground continued by a clear-cut hole made by invisible hands in the dome of sticks and leaves of the canopy. You could see the darkening sky filling with stars. Night was near so we decided to stop here and sleep till the next morning. The Pathway retreated and relaxed at my feet. Curled up on a heap of grass I fell asleep easily. The murmur of the forest was dimming into a lullaby and the air of the night was warm enough to rest comfortably. We were not concerned about wild beasts roaming the place; the forest was visibly devoid of any kind of animal life and you wouldn’t have expected trees to un-root themselves and move away while we sleep. I closed my eyes and drifted away with the waters of the dream….

I jumped from the ground, awakened by a sharp cry that soon turned into an ear-piercing veiling. Uncoiled from its rest, the Pathway was trembling at my feet. Above us, the Moon was turning gradually red; it was the night of the Eclipse and the installing of the Blood Moon was bringing the forest alive. In the thick, honey-like light the shadows of the trees were undulating, pushed from inside by an ancient, long forgotten rhythm, shaking their spidery fingers towards the orange glow above. Caught in the frenzy of tremor, the leaves were cascading on us menacingly. Carried by a sudden wind raised by the twist and turn of the entire forest, the torrents of leaves were pushing us aside, swirling, jumping in the air then falling again towards the forest floor in high speed, like furious vegetal dragons. As the eclipse was reaching its peak, the veiling turned into howling and the whole forest was crying out its pain and fury to the night skies, to the bloody eye of the Universe. So, my friends, if you were wondering where those mythical beasts did disappear from the forest, I tell you: they didn’t. In fact, the Beast was right here all the time, sleeping its thousand years dream. It was this particular night that brought him back to life, shaking off his moss-covered dreams, letting him once again weep over his solitude. The sorrow of the stranded alien, the Forest washed over me and I stumbled, stepping on the roots of a tree. It was slippery and I grabbed the trunk to stop my falling. The touch of bark felt like a lizard’s skin and in a split of à moment, the vegetal giant turned to me….

The Pathway saw it coming and took off , jumping ahead through trees and bushes like a bullet. I crouched and let him carry me, hoping to escape from our pursuer. We smashed into twigs, leaves, branches, thorns and shreds of moss but we kept speeding ahead. We’ve lost the count of minutes and we didn’t even realize that the night was over. The eclipse was long gone and the forest had fallen back under the thousand years enchantment. The shrubbery was thinning before us and light was reigning again beyond the rim of the woods. My faithful companion slowed down its run and we both checked each-other, trying to asses the damages. Surprisingly, we got off this harrowing adventure with only of few scratches and a slightly shaken confidence. But then, we were seeking adventures, weren’t we?

Stopping at the edge of the forest, we watched for a moment the wall of bright light outside. It was almost painful to look at it after so much time spent in the shadow. I’ve sent an encouraging smile to my Pathway and once again, he flew us ahead, puncturing the brightness. We landed on a grassy slope and rolled down chuckling. The veil of warm air was undulating in the valley below but the shimmering contours on the horizon were holding promises of new adventures. We both laughed and stretched our limbs in expectation.

The Pathway jumped forward, carrying me into the light.



“ Knock,knock! Are you sleeping? “-asked the dream.

“Not anymore…”-he mumbled as he stretched and opened his eyes. He was in a haze so he fingered the table next his bed and recovered his glasses. The image cleared. He noticed a packed suitcase on the chair.

“That’s odd…”-he thought. He couldn’t remember packing it. But he lived alone on the house so no one could’ve packed that suitcase but himself.

“ Huh, I need a coffee…”

He stood up and walked to the kitchen to warm some water for his coffee. But the kettle was already filled with fresh and hot coffee. He stared at it in disbelief.

“ I must have started sleepwalking”-he thought. “Better wash my face and drink that coffee before anything more happens.”

Luckily, by the time he washed and dressed up nothing new happened in the small cottage.

Oh, but the day was just starting. The man was a musician and he has moved in only a few days ago. He needed a break from the crushing noise of the big city and the ad in the newspapers was speaking of a peaceful corner of pristine Nature. So he left behind everything, packed his suitcase and embarked for a journey into the unknown.  The place was remote and somehow otherworldly: a narrow country road, playing hide and seek between softly curved hills and gentle meadows, a few patches of trees from time to time and so much azure in the open skies that the man got almost dizzy watching it. The little house was neat and properly equipped, giving him the necessary freedom to let himself go. He slept like a log during the first night spent there. Far from the huge turmoil of the beast of glass, concrete and steel, his mind stretched like a cat, then cuddled in the arms of silence…

The healing sleep filled the man with new energies and the next morning he ventured on the hills around, breathing in the caressing sunshine of an early summer. He even walked to the nearest isle of forest and walked under the green canopy, in the twinkling of the light filtered by the murmuring leaves. The forest had its own orchestra, an invisible yet cheerful one. The man was amazed by the skillful arpeggios of the hidden birds, by the hushed voice of the wind in the trees and by the faint sizzling of the sunlight through the elusive holes of the green dome. The harmony of life encompassed in these voices was seeping in his mind, turning into the notes of a new melody. Under the spell of music, the gates of his soul were slowly opening…

So when the dream woke him up, he quickly dismissed the odd feeling and prepared for another joyful walk. He was about to leave the house when the dream called him from behind.

“Don’t forget to take your suitcase!”

“Why would I need it? I’m not leaving yet. I just want to take a walk.”-he said.

“Take it.”-said the dream. “You might need it. Don’t worry, it’s not heavy. I have packed it myself.”

“ OK, I’ll take it.”-said the man with a grin. “If it makes you happy….”

He took the suitcase and stepped out. The air was crisp and scented; the birds were singing and the waters of the skies calm and blue. The man turned to the main road and took the way towards the higher hills that were hiding an unknown horizon. He walked happily, with quick steps and whistling the melody of his first trip around. The road boldly cut through the hills and took a steep turn. The man stopped, facing the thick wall of fog.

It was sky high and dense like a brick wall, cutting off abruptly the path and engulfing half of a roadside tree. The man looked at it in silence.

“ Why have you stopped? “-asked the dream.

“What…what is this?”-stuttered the man.

“Hmmmm…”-mumbled the dream. “It’s….a portal. You have to step through it if you want to see what lies on the other side”.

The man nervously shook his head.

“What is on the other side?”-he asked, eyes rounding in surprise while thin filaments of fog were reaching towards him, touching him gently.

“Whatever you wish is on the other side….” –whispered the dream.

The man took a step forward. The wall of fog closed behind him with a sigh.

It was night in the land beyond and the path under his feet was leading towards a cliff. The warm evening breeze filled his nostrils with a salty scent and the rasping sound of the waves washing the shore reached his ears. The Sea was near. Excited by the discovery, the man hurried towards the cliff. He sat on the top of it and took a deep breath. Deep down, the silver glazed sea was gently rocking from side to side.

“ Open your suitcase, my friend!” –said the dream.

The man opened the suitcase and looked inside: nested in a small box, he saw a harmonica.

“Oh!…It’s been a while since I played a harmonica….”

“ So why won’t you play it now?”-whispered the dream. “I know that you have a new song in your mind. Would you play it for me? “

The man took the harmonica and fingered it lovingly. He closed his eyes and started to play. One by one, the musical notes got wings and took flight towards the star-spotted skies. And while his song was unfolding, flowing and swirling, the cliff under his feet joined his song. The Ancient Spirit of the Land came to life to the sound of music and she regained her voice. Her clear, high voice made him shiver and the passion flowing through it slammed the gates of his soul open. He kept playing the harmonica, with eyes shut and tears flowing down his cheeks….

From the top of the skies, the silver Crescent was slowly descending towards the cliff. It stopped above the musician and sent two moonbeam ropes down to him.

“Open your eyes, my friend..”-murmured the dream. “It’s time for you to follow your journey….”

The man looked around and saw the silver ropes. He grabbed them and the evening breeze pushed him gently over the cliff. The Silver Crescent was gracefully sailing through the glowing night, above the endless expanse of rolling waters, towards a far horizon, while the rocky Spirit was singing the new song learned from the musician….

“Safe sailing, my friend…” –said the dream. “Safe sailing….”


He woke up in his bed, at home in the city. He woke up smiling. It’s been a while since he last smiled. He jumped from the bed and rushed to the window. He opened it impatiently; the night was not over yet. He looked up to the sky and for the first time he saw the stars. His sky was teaming with glittering spots and his soul was singing a new song…..


M I R R O R        I N     T H E       A B Y S S





“ My sweetest love of other Spaces

Of other Time-lines, other places

Of waterfalls of stars, amazing

Beholder of the key, full blazing…


A river of stars from the depth of the night

A bridge over hollows that frighten the heart

A door into darkness with light on its sides

With magic of pathways woven in forest hides…


I ‘m here, leaning against cold rocks…

The light that falls, tears into my heart…

My soul is running wild through my core,

And bursting …


I’m here at the end of all worlds,

Dissolved in the glow…


I’m waiting…”




We live in a layered world; nothing is what it seems. Our senses reach out and touch reality; our senses come back, recreating it in our minds. My world is mine, your world is yours…we all see, touch, taste, smell this world, but it’s never the same…Like an endless mirror of billions and billions of pairs of eyes, reality reflects itself inside-outside, it’s born and reborn with each moment and dies with each burned out candle. I can never see the world through your eyes; I might catch a glimpse of it through your words…but that is also a very personal way in which my ears, my mind, my heart capture the music of your thoughts. So here we are, fragile but blazing creatures, dancing in the short span of light that is our existence like butterflies. We swirl up and down, gracefully and full of hopes, we share moments of glory on the glow, we fall down with shredded wings or just fade into nothingness…Whatever light is hidden inside, in that secret core that slowly burns, reborn in another cycle, another creature of wonder, running wild, full of desire.

But in this illusionary existence, with boundaries set by a tangible reality we draw pathways of shadows and light, we touch, we dance around each other, we fall, we rise, forget, remember…we fall on love, spring into skies in ecstasy, plunge into dark depths in pain. Sometimes in this crazed swirling of destinies hearts get tangled, memories of other cycles erupt into the momentary reality and everything goes wild….

I am a Dreamcatcher-girl, one of the lasts of my kind. Dreams fill the invisible world around us, float and drift away and then fade into oblivion. People cannot see them and they so easily give up on their dreams. I was born and raised to capture and protect dreams, learn their stories and give them back to the world. So I am a Storyteller to. But the story bellow is mine…



Have you ever seen a wandering dream? They are the children of souls, bubbling up day and night, floating around gracefully and holding intricate stories inside their nacreous, fragile walls.

I see them everywhere, riding warm currents of air, waltzing along with the breeze, popping up in colorful fountains, rolling over the roof tiles, landing on grass blades, getting stuck in cob-webs, gathering in bird nests…I’ve seen them hovering over the land in iridescent rows like flying beads, resting peacefully in a dipper of old moss, showering over the land along with the icy stars of snow…

Dreams are like humans; resilient yet easy to shatter. As a human, I had my own dreams but they were unknown even to the closest of my kin. I grew up in the shadow of my talented and highly praised mother. She taught me everything, hoping that one day I’ll follow her footsteps as leader of the DreamCatcher Clan.

But from early childhood I had been a peculiar child; easygoing on the outside but building my inner pathway away from the eyes of the people around me. I rebelled inside with each try of protecting me and tying me down to the safety of an already set pathway. I grew up wild deep inside, foolish and passionate, yearning for mysteries and experiences beyond my grip. Feeding on the magic of the unseen world of dreams but bowing on the outside before the order and stability of the tangible reality, I became inhabitant of two different realities, in and out my person.

I‘ve never been confrontational…until the day I had to choose between my dreams and other people’s expectations. I argued and I met refusal; so like pushed from behind by an inner spring I grabbed my scarce belongings and left the house without even looking back. I fled, afraid that somebody might see my hidden dreams, get hold and cage them before I can set them free to fly. Something was calling me, attracting me, luring me into the wilderness of the world. That powerful push from the inside made me severe my roots and leave the comfort of my home, the security of guidance and support…but opened a wide, blazing horizon before my eyes and my hungry heart.

I roamed the world, guided only by my instinct and that hidden call; I watched, learned, collected and released dreams into the world. My book of stories was steadily growing in pages and my knowledge was adding up and deepening by the hour. I was following one star that shone each night above me, talking to me, showing me the way…

I’ve reached the premises of the Echo Mountains in late summer. Nested in the rich greenery of the foothills there were small villages inhabited by resilient people that welcomed me in their homes and shared shelter, food and knowledge openheartedly. I knew from the tales picked all over the land that the high plateau was largely avoided by people. There was a thick, secular forest spreading all over that high and lonely place, a forest thought to be haunted and dangerous. Myths and telltales spoke about a magic door hidden in the dark belly of that green beast, a portal to worlds of secrets and enchantment. There was an ancient spell cast over that place and for generations humans had decided not to disturb the peace of the zone. Even the rainbow-colored Mandala-birds rarely flew over that vast expanse of emerald; my hosts warned me about the dangers that I might encounter in my quest for the forest above the mist.

I started the climbing on the last day of summer, in a morning where light laid dormant in each dewdrop that was hanging from leaves, grass, laces of spider web. The sea of tall rooted grass was slowly undulating under the gentle wind of dawn and I walked through it barefooted, cooled by the moist rolling down my ankles while my heart was running wild with the excitement of the beginning. It was a moment of deep silence and peace when my breathing connected with the one of the earth and tranquility embraced us all.

A narrow, carefully paved pathway opened before me as the field ended and the tiny steps lead the way round the massive shape of stone up into the gleaming skies. As I set foot on the first piece of pavement I felt an inner connection taking shape, flowing through my body and soul, washing over me and setting a firm grip on my entire being. The next steps I took naturally. Even if the pathway was climbing quickly, I wasn’t feeling tired. While I was following the road up high, above the village I left behind hours before, the sun flooded the hills, fields and valleys with warmth and gold, blurring the contours…Sounds of everyday life, laughter and cries, growling of animals, cracking of fire and branches, splashing of waters…all these noises entwined with the joyful singing of the birds and the soft murmur of the wind roaming the land surrounded me as I pursued my road.

Strangely beautiful plants with colorful flowers were my silent company, stretching over the rugged edges of the mountain wall. Cool streaks of water sprinkled from above, glittering through the cracks, splashing over the boldly creeping greenery…I ran my fingers through the life giving source and felt refreshed almost instantly. I filled my bottle with the translucent liquor and returned to the call of magic.

The higher the small road rose, the wider the view grew bellow me and the horizon spread, engulfing the distances. The familiar sounds of my world faded away replaced to the faint humming of winds seeping through the soaring shapes of rock. Surprising and graceful bridges arched over depths as the road turned round and round the kingdom of echoes. I stood on the bridges a few moments, inhaling the crisp air and abandoning myself to the thrill of the abyss opening under my feet.  On my way towards the plateau I filled my pockets with lost dreams, warmed them up in my palms and listened to their whispers while relentlessly following my journey. The call from above was growing stronger with each footstep; I followed it half dazed, like in a dream. Light and shadow, passionate yearning and heartbreaking pain were mixing in a constant swirl inside that alluring flow of magic….It was the same voice that was speaking to me night after night from the star watching over me.

As I was closing to the end of my road, the sun was completing its arch above the land, dropping behind the horizon in an ocean of crimson flames. Before the last spark of heavens died out I reached the edge of the plateau, facing the ghost –forest. In the fading light, the road was glowing dimly. The pathway was leading straight through the wood, bordered by incredibly tall and erect trees. I stopped there for a moment, watching them, trying to encompass all that dignified magnificence through my inner world. The high bastion of arboretum echoed inside me like an organ, with deep and powerful sounds. It was a choir of ancient spirits, wise and profound, connected to each-other through a complicated web of memories arching over millennia.

Overwhelmed and exhausted, I decided to find a place to sleep and leave the challenge of entering the forest to the next day. My star right above me, I felt safe; I curled up in the soft grass, embraced my bundle of dreams and drifted away into the realms of sleep…


The waters of my dream cleared and I found myself in a large, empty room, facing a tall, dark mirror. There was no reflection in it yet somehow I knew what that really was. The smooth, glistening surface of polished crystal was the source of the calling that has led me here. I stepped closer and lightly touched it. I heard a sudden breathing and the surface gave in under my fingers and I met the warmth of another hand! I gave a small cry of surprise and woke up in the grass, trembling like a leaf…That unexpected touch burned on my fingers and unexplained sorrow filled my heart. I burst into tears and cried myself back to sleep…The night went on without any more disturbances.


The first day of autumn descended over the plateau from a blindingly blue sky, spreading rainbows of colors over the high canopy of the forest. I watched in awe as the sunlight turned into liquid gold, filling up the leaves while invisible hands toned the fading green with touches of amber, vermillion and magenta. Ink-blue and purple bells were swinging gracefully in the soft breeze, citronella butterflies crisscrossed in the light permeating the space around. I released my collection of dreams into the glow and took up the way to the core of the kingdom of magic.

The house in the middle of the forest was strange and familiar to me at the same time. Its strangeness resided mostly in its odd shape and the feeling that this house was changing shape each time you were looking aside. On the other hand, its familiarity came from the vivid memory of the dream I had during the night. It was inside this house that I was about to face the reality of that intriguing mirror.



……….It’s a swirl of fire and ice running over the plain, setting the pathway on fire, charring the land, turning the swinging, long-stemmed grass into soft, silver ash….it’s a pain so deep as high is the exhilarating lift of blazing feelings rushing through the same veins, the same heart, ravaging the same soul….it’s a wild blast of wind shattering mirror after mirror, spreading bright shards of glass all over the place…’s dark yet flaming…..deep, deep…cutting, digging, seeping through every crack of the finely broken surface of the soul….unstoppable, bitter-sweet destruction….a point of no return…a mirror in the abyss….a labyrinth that hides a deadly secret………………………




The amount of power radiating from that awkward two-story house was huge and it was constantly unbalancing my self-control. As I roamed around the countless rows of rooms I had the constant feeling that the house was shape –shifting around me, wearing me out and obstructing me. The room from my dream was nowhere to be seen. Something or someone was hiding it from me, like it was hoping that I will give up and leave. But that was the wrong assumption; as I was wandering around from empty rooms to furnished one, a pattern emerged in my mind and slowly solved the puzzle of the hide and seeks.

I closed my eyes and focused on the call coming from the room of my dream; I found the thin thread of light and followed through the unseen but tangible dark hollow filling the space around. I passed through rooms after rooms, turning left or right, counting the turns, walking and walking, holding that faint trace of light until the wandering ended and I opened my eyes right in the middle of the hidden room, facing the dark, shiny waters of the mirror.



Tonight is the night of the Moon, closing on the dormant planet, raising the tides to heights unseen before….this is the night of wilderness coming to life, of souls running wild and of spirits breaking through the hidden portals into reality….Emotions carefully hidden in the deepest secret of hearts burst into the silver light, surging and receding on the tormented shores of the soul, rolling pearl-coated shells and rounded rocks in and out with the boisterous waves….What tears I had left, they all gathered in speedy torrents inside my world and ran down the slopes, carving deep ravines, shattering my balance….



In the large and basically empty room, the high, smooth shape of glass was the only feature that held significance and…life. Beyond the glossy surface and the velvet blackness something, someone was moving from time to time. Gazing into its depths I could feel that someone gazing back at me. I cautiously moved my fingers over the surface; it was firm and cold. Yet my heart has captured that fragment of human warmth seeping through my palms …So I decided to stay.

The house had everything I needed from comfort to provisions and my needs weren’t high. A few pieces of basic furniture, a long necked blue pottery for spring –water, a jar with a bunch of flowers picked from outside and a handful of colorful autumn leaves completely changed the atmosphere of the room. While I was wandering around, a gush of wind rolled some dream-bubbles to my feet. I gathered them and brought them up in the room. I hopped on the bed, took out my notebook and started to decipher the mystery of each pearl of soul.

Hours passed by peacefully…whenever I stopped, my eyes locked on the mirror and I could swear that the moves behind that wall of glass increased by hour. Even the thickness of that dark shade was thinning bit by bit….Night was spreading its wings above the land and I lit up some candles. The shimmering light reflecting in the mirror reminded me of the stars twinkling in the skies. There was a large window and I searched for my guiding star; it was there, watching faithfully, shining a bit brighter than usual…I sighed and returned to my iridescent collection; I stopped for a moment in front of the mirror.

I pressed my palms over the cold surface and closed my eyes, shutting out the tangible world. I reached deep inside, opening the gates of my heart, letting the light out, searching for that elusive thread that brought me here…I listened carefully to the faint echo of the light-dropplets, the hushed sound of the light-waves traveling through the air, slipping through the opened pathways, circling my blue trees and golden bells, spreading in and out, piercing the frozen surface of the mirror until they fell into place. Circles of responding light tapped my fingertips and, under the gentle but steady pressure of the light, the glass slowly bent and melted. For a fraction of a moment I connected with my invisible kin-spirit. The surge of crushing pain, flaming rage, blazing desire and thirst for love washed over me like a tidal wave, rising high all of a sudden, prowling over the unsuspecting shores and unbalancing me…The connection broke instantly, leaving me breathless and in shock. I ran out the house and kept running through the woods…something from inside burst out and I cried and ran and cried and ran…until the last salty drop dried on my face and I regained my composure, breathing more easily. I strolled back to the house, cooled by the late night mist coiling around my ankles.

The room was silent and the light dimmed to the visible limits…I curled up in the bed facing that mysterious portal on the wall…A question echoed in my mind as I touched the depths of sleep : “Who are you?”

Night dreams layered and piled up one above another, mixing, mingling until their sense faded away from my troubled mind. I woke up while the morning was blossoming above the horizon. Warm, amber light poured in through the window and tiny dust specks danced in the gleam. On the opposite wall, the dark surface of glass was inhaling light…As I stood there, staring at the mirror, a sentence formed on the black screen, written in blazing white letters:

“Good morning…”

I couldn’t believe my eyes; I had to pinch myself to realize that I was awaken and those letters were truly there. I jumped off the bed and opened the window; an early concerto of many voices was saluting the glorious rising of the sun. The autumn chill has added new shades to the foliage during the night. I approached the mirror reading again:

“Good morning…”

I started to write a reply hesitantly at first but I gathered courage as my own handwriting emerged on the smooth surface:

“Good morning…Who are you?”

Moments later the same invisible hand wrote:

“ I don’t know anymore….Who are you?”



Who am I? Where can I find the words encompassing the ever changing facets of a soul? I have never tried to draw my boundaries….I simply existed, breathing in reality and whatever I could sense or grasp beyond that. I had some sketched contours for everyday use; after all people needed to see the person to whom they were talking to….usually. So….I am a Dreamcatcher Girl…a child of endless wonder, holding a net that captures the butterflies of dreams….I am bound to listen, understand and retell the stories  nested inside the translucent, ephemeral bubbles of the soul…Under my touch, nightmares fade and fill with light, sweet dreams blossom and spread magic in the unseen world, yearnings find a peaceful shore in the expecting hearts…My own untold, unreleased dreams sleep in the quiet and peace of my inner world where nobody ever entered…Even I have forgotten where the key  of that dimly lit door lies….



Loss and confusion, a desperate need for an anchor, a deep yearning for a human touch…all these feelings were streaming through the elusive surface that separated us. The moment I picked up the conversation, words connected us, carrying all of the needed significance. The bridge between hearts, minds and souls built up with each new sentence, arching over the abyss that separated us. The days that followed turned into weeks, the weeks built into months as we were piling brick over brick, raising castles of impossible, improbable dreams, burning down connections and starting over and over again…New landscapes, new rushing, raging rivers, ambitions, graceful arches, steps, corner stones, castles, cottages, pathways, endlessly redesigning the world we kept building with words…

I opened my inner world to this unseen, unknown stranger, this shape shifting, passionate, energetic yet sensitive spirit that captured my imagination. Before I could even realize, his inner spark lighted up my hidden pathways, filled my skies with stars and scattered, sizzling blue pearls over my silent shores…His light dressed in words gently surrounded me, became light of my light, conquering my shores, washing over my fears and pains…I followed him, unable to turn away, lost in enchantment, not wanting to wake up again to a world of shapes and angles.

We kept sending out pieces of imagination carved into words and they reached us back and forth like white doves, gracefully resting…half spoken miracles…half whispered secrets…half acknowledged yearnings…half understood truths….entwining into mirages…


All this time I never knew who he really was; I didn’t even know if the one behind that deep, dark screen was in fact a he or a she. Though it possessed the graceful imaginary of a woman, the passion and intensity of that personality was of a man…so I decided to refer to him likewise. But on the whole I couldn’t care less; he could’ve been a jellyfish or an octopus as well…I was mesmerized, hooked, following his shape shifting, his countless personalities emerging behind the thin wall of glass.

It was Heaven and Hell, a roller-coaster relationship, sipping me inside, deeper and deeper, igniting me, burning me out and yet, waking up from the ashes the Phoenix took flight again. Even if sometimes I wondered what could be the reason behind this endless come and go that went on between us, I kept following his lead, dreaming his dreams, painting his realms, entwined with his passionate emotional flow. Day by day, tides rode in elation to the star spotted skies and then receded into the bottomless abyss of hopelessness…In this speedy race I’ve got lost sometimes, confused and tired, unable to let myself go, to give up the reins of my mind and soul…We fell out, stopped speaking, withdrew inside our protective shells, unhappy and miserable, yearning for the moments when magic was flowing freely between us…I could never part….I could never deny myself as being part of him , just like he was carved inside me for eternity…So I held my breath and waited…waited until the skies cleared up and the light came back showering, inundating everything, washing away the pain, smoothing the crested shores, rolling magic over the white sands…




Time flows relentlessly, stars blow up in the hungry belly of the Universe while young suns wake up to the ceaseless rotating of the expanding Space…Here I am, drifting between days filled with sparkle, intensely burning and days of nothingness echoing painfully in and out of my heart. Ever since I made it clear that I am not going to leave these premises, he/she changed the rhythm of our connection, leaving me only thoughtful, heartfelt messages while I sleep…We seldom speak, so I spend my days wondering and wandering….The high winds keep supplying me with bubbles of dreams captured from the world below and I listen to them, comfort them and release their sizzling, glowing substance into the magic blanketing the world.

As autumn deepens, the light slowly dies out in the rustling leaves, colors dim into shades of milky brown and ashen. An early chill scatters ragged clouds over the wild-blue sky; the sun looks back with sorrow through the dense entwining of black, vegetal fingers of the branches soaring up high. The legend-filled sap that pulsed through the tall, erect bodies of the centennial forest is now hiding deep into the ground, running along secret corridors into the core of the planet. The forest sleeps and dreams untold stories of elating joy and tearful misery. It’s for the first time in the moths I’ve spent here that the high-pitched cry of the Mandala birds can be heard above the canopy. The majestic creatures sail the waters of heavens in their trip to south, towards the lands of eternal sunshine, hot sands, gracefully undulating palm-trees and endless banks of the life-giving river that crisscrosses this land of unending summer.

Before the winter overtakes these heights, one last day of full blazing autumn opens. In my room, the dark shape of the mirror is silent. The door into the unknown, hidden world is locked, coldly rejecting any attempt of human touch. It’s too early anyway; the sun still sleeps serenely beyond the horizon. I leave the house and take my walk to the edge of the plateau. With each step over the softly cracking pile of dry leaves mist exhales from the ground and follows my footsteps gracefully coining, uniting into eerie creatures of opalescent vapor, slipping playfully between the dark columns of the trees. I stop at the end of the narrow stretch of rock that soars above the bottomless depths. The stars had died out, leaving the ink-blue sky smooth and undisturbed. A compact layer of cloud spreads over the sleeping land, its dark shade mirroring the skies above.

I gaze into this continuous, quiet surface while my long withheld inner turmoil erupts to the surface of my soul, rushing through my veins, the burst chocking me, pushing hot tears into my eyes. I gasp and swallow hard, watching the unexpected mirror in the abyss stretching for miles at my feet until my entire being dissolves into the lull. I rise above this enigmatic expanse until we face each other;  as I look into the abyss, the abyss looks back at me….It’s my face but with strange, alien eyes.

The whole world around me is a house of countless chambers and mirrors, opening into the unknown, while the unknown moved into my inner world, filling my pathways. I desperately close my eyes but the truth is beyond my eyelids, in scripted with blindingly white letters shining over my trembling soul:

“I am him/her….he/she is me. We are ONE.”

Whatever the flow of Time will bring, I will always be a mirror for the kin-spirit that inhabits the house of labyrinth. As I quietly return to myself, the first ray of gold gently fingers the froth of mist, diluting it in warmth and glow, reviving the land once again before winter would set its ice-glazed army upon it.



I am just a girl of no importance, a door opened into magic, a mirror for the light that shines brighter in the dark. I am here, alone on this remote shore of Space and Time, threading colorful beads of dreams, diving into worlds built from words with the one and only key-holder of my secret realms…My life, my dreams stream under his/her touch, under the light shed by the star that unites us, a star that bears the name of a mighty river long lost…