Nightmares Have Doe Eyes.

By Kayal S

Wonderland!

Exhaling a cloud of steam, exaggerating its cotton candy like in appearance with its wild tangles of bleach and chalkily tender vaporous consistency and fading just as soon as its spawn, the crimson train’s smoke ran. Fogging up the scenic atmosphere in the reflection of softening hazel eyes, a rhythmic beat in the background of my mind, a melody of carefully curated and composed colours, tones and shades, the materials unprecedented in their neoteric, avant-garde, a revolution in innovation, and a trailblazing sci-fi illustration entangled amongst the inklings of intimacy hidden within the fantasy, enunciating the possibility of an alternate fairytale wonderland, beside the gates of heaven, a paradise to dream about. 

“Why am I here” I inquired in a wispy voice, silent but still echoing throughout the escarpment, concentrated towards the elden haired, elegant graced, woman facing the precipice while on her knees, an arm put forth into the abyss, and with a poignant and timed flicks of her wrist, that was truly mesmerising but unjustifiable, soon I noticed the flora surrounding in motion alongside her. The web of emerald leaves, the wooden trunks and solid bark, studded with a spectrum of flowers, growing out underneath us, a bridge of sorts.

“You’ll see” in a thick russian accent, adding to her list of many quirks, inclusive of her dressing, consisting of a vibrant red jacket and leather laced boots, exaggerating her dark and dangerous aura, nevertheless, decorating her atmosphere with hints of weakness and worry.

An attractive pathway formed in front of my eyes, graphic in its ways, hypnotic and enchanting, and walking right up to the city with its organic building structures, spaced with flora and fauna as never seen before, some evergreen and lasting, brightly coloured orange and red accustomed to autumn, but also pink and blue and neon and metallic. As this “woman” led me across the oak, it was visible that Earths (for later intelligence), were responsible for the strange colour palette, and alter the hues as per their imagination, but toward the east we see Norths, encouraging the icy crystals of snow glittering in the sun but still unhindered in its raw beauty.

In forward we see the jungle and savannah sectors, with wild creatures tamed by the population of this unique location, roaming free and loved all over.

The glowing sun’s fire harnessed by more, the fury of the dawn on land, a fiery and devastating destiny.

“ Like what you see?” she questioned, to which I nodded in response.

“Why am I here?” I started, “Clearly, these people are a lot more gifted and talented with their specially equipped skillset, they have a purpose, they have reason they are accepted by society, and I am most evidently and evocatively not, so why did you bring me here, why do you need me?”. I stopped in my tracks waiting for a reply, stubborn and adamant are some of my most dynamic traits of personality.

But she just kept on treading, her hand conjuring the reassembled wood effortlessly, causing me to run in order to catch up with her, weaning downward lightly, footing at a huge piece of infrastructure, unnamed , with a glassy marbled white and gold colour scheme, projecting the inspiration that it was a business establishment. As we stepped inside, or moreover followed the woman inside. I surveyed the surroundings, expecting to see maroon roughly carpeted flooring, brick walls and a burning chandelier refracting light on the wood furnished area.

Rather was delivered with the contrast on opposite ends of the spectrum. 

Futuristic and modern, filled with neon lights, weirdly shaped furniture that was cohesive in their layout and format. Leading me to a room that was all white and brightly lit with artificial and unnatural lights, solitary but lively, she walked behind me this time, but I didn’t suspect, my mistake. She shut the door, equally refurbished and lattice patterned like the rest.

“Take a seat…” she ordered, gesturing to a chair in the centre, simple and unintimidating, plain and brown. But just as I sat down the sides of the chair extended latching to the ground and around my limbs, I perceived that my bounds were against raw wood, something under her control.

“I apologise, but we need to find out what you are”.

I felt myself go blind, as my eyesight blurred rather a swirl of concentrated colours and hyper intensive lights, but from the outside all anyone can see is my eyes shift a talented tone, that is to gold and I feel the shackles retract away as I notice the last of my vision, and I see that, it’s not me that is cutting it away but rather the woman who bound me herself, but how?

 By Kayal S