Fantasy Stories - Finally in Somnia

It’s been a long day; another long, exhausting day; one of the many gone and still to come. My body aches, and the cold only preserves the soreness. Having been this way for such a long time, one would think to accept the grim reality of it all. But with that time, the dismay only worsens. The fog only thickens, leaving me with but one certainty. I’m tired of this, so tired of everything; and this meaningless existence I endure shows no sign of change. This place where I live, where I try to rest, is not my home; for me, the warm flame of home is out of sight and unreachable in this world. I can never greet that flame; but the time has come to bid farewell to everything else.

In bed I lay, taking in through closed eyes the deep colours dancing and mixing in harmonious darkness. Heeding my fatigue, they rest and finally set around me. Into a boundless azure sky, they form, with clean puffs of cloud hovering above me and blanketing beneath, cushioning my feet as I walk above the sun, whose mighty rays peaks through to warm my back.

Colours of light from below breach the soft ethereal vapour on which I step. Faster they gleam; vibrancy thickening until little space remains untainted.

Hundreds of feet ahead of me, through the brightly tinted gas, gracefully ascends the peak of a crystalline palace; composed of hardened minerals not native to Earth, and crafted into shapes too complex for production in reality, all constructed in a fashion too abstract for physics to allow. Rising together, hit with the rays of the sun, the innumerable polyhedrons, with their many stellated and curved dimensions, all disperse and scatter the light into dazzling optical frenzies. The beams of colour interject and overlap inside the gigantic structure, shooting out in unpredictable directions onto the vapour clouds around me.

As the palace climbs ever higher, delicate crystal-hedge walls rise through the soft, airy floor. The gates of barred glass grant me access; and I enter the garden where, standing triumphantly, the statues of those I hold dear all welcome my return.

Now I am home.