The mystical cavern of my dream was a mysterious, secret, candlelit haven where a magical altar stood as a marvel of enchantments and arcane knowledge. It was covered in a dark velvet cloth adorned with celestial patterns and held a glowing crystal ball, lit candles, ancient books, a skull, and a chalice. A very peculiar dwelling where I could take a glimpse of my desires burning like everlasting flames in my heart. I was surrounded by Asterion a mythical creature which was a large white-horned feathered dragon, looming gracefully over the table beside me. An ornate golden armillary sphere hung from above, alongside Aurelia, a translucent and glowing blue jellyfish floating near the little pond of dreams. Glowing white lotus flowers rested on the dark reflective water, which stretched into the misty depths of the cave. I could never have imagined that the existence of such a place could manifest itself, seeing as I suddenly found myself in the mystical cave. Asterion the dragon showed me my fate, including my expectations and delusions inside the glistening crystal sphere, which was spinning as if it were being gifted by an enigmatic power. From that moment on, I felt like a wave—part of an immense ocean, as if I was no longer ruling my own will and heart. All the golden candles flickered, and all the lotus flowers lit up as if some entity were controlling them. I felt simultaneously comforted and uneasy, as if I too were at the mercy of some dark power and unable to resist, given that all my fears had suddenly left me. In the mystical cavern, I felt at once defenceless and powerful—albeit with difficulty—and I had to turn my gaze upon my revealed fears. I felt the transience of my arduous destiny, fraught with hidden traps, while Aurelia the jellyfish hovered and swirled above me, beckoning me to face the perilous path that could be glimpsed in the distance. I was willing to abandon that otherworldly place to embark on a new adventure, unaware of the dangers that lay ahead, yet I was so overwhelmed by a sense of anguish that I could not bring myself to leave the place that was closest to my heart. I felt the intrinsic sensation of having become an ethereal creature of the mystical cavern and nothing any longer could determine my departure, not even the most impetuous longing. I was but a bizarre and evanescent unearthly being linked permanently to my beloved and very peculiar abode. The blue shining water of the occult pond let me read arcane rhymes linked to my fortune like extremely complicated riddles. Chaos and dizziness had overwhelmed me to the point of losing contact with my wisdom. In reality, there was no reality because fantasy was the only empirical evidence of my existence. I was not real. I was just one of the several wonders in that marvellous realm in the mystical cavern, where every dream and every nightmare took tangible form. And now more than ever I could drink from the chalice of oblivion and learn by heart every witchcraft and enchantment kept in archaic grimoires. There was no end of life. Everything transmuted into eternity and infinity. No anguish nor sorrow nor grief could have grabbed my heart again. Foremost oblivious delights in infinite dreams. Forever. In eternity.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: fantasy creatures
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In The Mystical Cavern
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Beyond The Starry Sky
Beyond the starry sky of the night, there was a realm of rainbows and glistening chimaeras
Where I fled secretly every time I felt the weight of reality heavy like a hefty anchor on my chest
All that I wished for myself was to be free like an ethereal flying creature, and possess the privilege to greet the stars and their gloomy companions, the clouds
Rain fell all over me, leaving a bitter taste of shadows and darkness
While I was wandering free and untamed
Wherever I could find a spark of oddity and chaos
Following the trail of my illusions that might have caused me to lose myselfI knew not the purpose of my bizarre journey in the realm of dreams and desires
Beyond the starry sky, I could only fall in love with my own chimaeras, blossoming like flowers from my infinite fantasy
I lived exclusively in my imagination, and c I could avoid embracing my detachment from the factual world, made of cynicism and wickedness
I didn’t consider myself part of the empirical world of humans, where dreams were locked up in cold and rusty chests
Far from my heart and essence, the earthly inhabitants were standing like remote beings
I wouldn’t ever allow them to touch my aura with their staresBeyond the starry sky, the night manifested itself as a magnificent and daunting expanse of darkness
I wished so much I could be made of darkness and stars
And live endlessly like an ethereal, ephemeral and evanescent creature hovering over the nocturnal ocean
Although the stars and the moon shone so bright to illuminate the whole sky
Making everything seem radiant and like a fairy taleBeyond the starry sky, I had found my magic dwelling
Where darkness and starlight entwined as one
And every chimaera kept a fragment of my soul through the infinite abyss of eternity.
Elisabetta Esther