We do dance...

We do dance...(Boneweaver) He was walking, taking a route through the park as always. He loved the smell of freshness that comes along with the park. Not what you get to experience everywhere these days.Mostly there are fumes, and smell of shit. He could take off, move away from this wretched place, he had always dreamed of living in the dark forests that are quite common where little ants called humans are not very often seen. Though he couldn’t throw away his life here,in this city of lights and dance.The dance which most play but few survive and come out as victors. Some who are not as dull as others leave and never start dancing in the first place. He is not one of these clever lads, he’s the one that has no clue, nor interest of one’s surroudings till they start to bite and tear down this wall of great illusion, he has been hiding behind. Is he really that ignorant? Or he bears a mask that hides true sight of his existence. Now he was walking towards something meaningful, yet unwitting he is.Others concern themselves with such a complex creation, that is time.It consumes most of them,dancers,as they place pressure on it, hoping to make a change, or gain most.Silly mortals,time is what controls them not the other way around.We are all time's pets and henchmen.The dance itself involves manipulation with daily doings and time.The best have gained some sort of titles, that are supposed to mean something.Yet they are meaningless to others than themselves, and that also just to calm their busy minds as they try to get their moves smooth and better in general.The day was exquisite, it was mid-spring, and everything seems right at that time of the year, except everyone’s obnoxiously tired and carry dull and meaningless faces around with themselves.He was approaching the fountain in the centre of the park. He heard a noise. It was almost not there, but yet it was. Humming quietly and not noticed or ignored by everyone else.But it was growing…getting louder and louder.And then, everyone stopped moving. They stopped talking,walking, doing everything actually. They froze to where they were, and he did aswell. Nothing was moving, there was no wind, no energy was in movement,the park stood still. Not entirely though, there was a figure that was not of this park. He sat on the edge of the fountain.And now he stood up. The figure approached him, slowly step after step. It wore black-colored pants and shoes, he had a casual jacket and black t-shirt under it. It looked almost human, yet so much more. A single scar ran across its face from top left to the right side of its jaw.Its presence felt wrong but nothing could even sense it.As they weren’t able to acknowledge, that it really was there.It reached him, leaned closer. And words were spoken by this creature:” Twice it turns,before i return.”. Leaves started trembling once again and the water from fountain was flowing and making noise.And everyone else were moving on, as nothing happened. The creature resembling a man disappear it was.He stopped, his head was aching and a voice was echoing in it.”Twice it turns,before i return”, that meant nothing for him. But he stared at his hand,there was a flower, and he was holding it.The flower was red.
To be continued…