Somewhere in the night sky, among the stars, when the sunlight was peaceful and was spreading deep and dark, when all the creatures on earth were left in a sweet sleep and only a gentle breeze caressed the colorful petals of the flowers. Somewhere up there, between the Hours, the Angels with white wings and all the other sprites, there were two bright souls. These bright souls belonged to the world of spirits. But although they were spirits, intangible dreams laid by the infinite universe, they had human feelings and passions.
The white soul felt trepidation every time she came close to her beloved. In his look she could face love, tranquility, eternity. They were dancing a nonstop dance among the stars and their ‘colors’ blue and white, and as they were coming closer and closer they intermingled creating fire and water, which diffused to infinity and sparkled all the creatures. She loved him very much and he, he had no eyes for another.
The only thing was that she was grieving a lot. She was grieving and from her eyes tears were falling, as white as crystal. And every time that her tears fell, she was in pain. And every tear that fell grew and became a white anemone which adorned the vast garden of the Heavens. And her tears fell for him. He was the only one who could fill her lighted heart, and he was the reason she languished. But every time she saw him the pain subsided, and the grief was falling asleep by the heart’s gore.
She loved him very much. As he was facing her ethereal face and her long dark like the night hair, which were adorned with the golden flowers from the garden of Heaven, he was feeling so calm. The two of them, like fire and water, just before the dawn they joined and were showering the sky with ash and pink colors. They rode their winged horses and threw the morning dew on the earth and the green grass, the forests, the mountains and the beaches were shining.
As darkness fell again, the grief was coming back and white anemones strewn everywhere. That’s because she gave all her existence to see him happy while he, as wild and impetuous as he was, he was defying her words. And his blue color became more and more profound. Deepest than the blue sea, black like the perpetual night and like the ocean depths. She advised him to be careful and lead a peaceful life, or he would be excluded from the world of spirits. This was due to the Hours, which were the sea gods of Heaven. They were responsible to bring order and harmony to the Heavenly spirit world.
One day, however, the blue soul seduced by the inner drive for exploration and adventure, felt that everything was so dull. So to feel vitality he went beyond the celestial garden, where there was a waterfall, which fell impetuous from a rocky mountain. By this waterfall resided an elder dragon. At this point of the celestial garden the souls and every other spirit were forbidden to fly, except for the Hours and The One which was above them, the immaterial, and the eternal. This is what the white soul feared and her heart was filled with grief and the heavenly garden of white anemones which she refreshed with the wind by riding every day before dawn. She feared that her partner would exceed the measure.
The blue soul provoked the ancient dragon to a fight. He forgot his blissfully full of serenity life, that he and his white soul shared and fell into something mortal and naught. He believed he would defeat everyone and everything. But this option would arrive him in self-destruction. The white soul sensed what would follow: the end of her beloved. Despite her entreaties and advice, he reached the end of the heavenly garden and forgot the world and her own existence.
She could not bear to let him perish. The Hours would know that he reached the end and after them The One would know it too. Then he would be lost forever, he would disappear into the dark oblivion. She could not let him perish. So the white soul, made from ether, water and light, that her hair adorned with gold anemones and her like roses fingers adorned the sky-pink gold, and the earth with the dew of the morning, reached the first ray of the sun, went deeper, became light and spread in every nook and snuck in every heart of the universe. Her light diffused at infinity. She made the ultimate sacrifice and lost.
This was a story about the value of the measure,
the sacrifice of pure love
and the right and wrong choices.
By Alexandra Zevgiti