Magic sunsets manifested in the abyss of torpor and oblivion
While the ocean breeze stroked my hair in the unconsciousness of my slumber
Although I had relinquished the kingdom of shallowness and impermanence
I never settled for an adventure bound to rational manuscripts and shoddy fantasy
I always dreamed of magic sunsets and enchanted castles
Mostly when the ancient clock of my secret mansion ticked each second of my life
It pressured me to advance and grab as much knowledge as I could
But each time I drank from the goblet of wisdom
Every memory would vanish away like tiny sand grains in the wind
In vain I cried, and as desperate as I was, I evoked the spirits of that magical realm of sugary illusions and flaming roses
The magnificent sunlight greeted me each day without ceremonies
But only making my roses bloom like shimmering gems in every shade of orange and red
Beneath sparkling magic sunsets, each lantern glimmered to chaperone me to the precious and beloved castle that was in front of me exactly as I had imagined it
The aura was full of exquisite flower scents whose petals were falling all over me like confetti raindrops
Orange quartz, citrine and carnelian adorned my hair under the shape of a fabulous crown, and tangerine flowers adorned my dress
I could intentionally realise that I was no longer dreaming, being part of a marvellous world where dreams always came true, and happiness was spilling all over the realm
The enchantment of that fairy tale was so intense that I hadn’t even realised I was completely alone, save for the legendary creatures
No doubt or fear could touch me now that I was the sovereign of my world of wonders and oddities
Without ever tearing my gaze away from the beauty of those magical sunsets that had transported me into my world of imprudence and frenzy, I finally embraced my bizarre and mysterious fate with its myriad of surprises and eternal marvel.
Elisabetta Esther