Brote de luz (Sprout of light)
*story behind the animation I post on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CEyyOBqIwv8/ *
There were no sounds, there was no wind, and there was no color. Everything was gray. Just a thick mist that covered everything. I started to despair and run but I seemed to be in a void. I never collided or tripped over anything, all I heard was my heavy breathing and my cries for help.
Until finally something happened: I heard the sound of a hit. Wait a minute… that sounded really close. I looked to my right and there, a meter from my feet, was a book. It didn't really look special; it was just gray; like everything else in this place. I contemplated it and decided to take a closer look. On the first page it said: "vanish the fog from your inside" then check the rest of the pages but they were completely blank.
— You shouldn't fear this place, little one. — I turned abruptly when heard the unknown voice behind me and I made out a small gray creature floating. Was it a fairy? It was barely different from the fog.
— W-what are you? ... I mean who are you? — I stuttered still shocked.
— You know me well, just that now I am nothing more than a shadow in your memory. — The little creature revealed. I blinked puzzled — you must find a way to return to reality through unreality. Ironic, right? — She acknowledged with a giggle.
— What do you mean? — I asked. None of this made sense.
— We're on your mind… it's a bit depressing, don't you think? It didn't use to be like that before — she sighed, glancing around. Float to my hands but I move away — Do you see this book? It is empty. But you will have to give it life again ... I know that you are growing and have been through hard things, but you should never allow your mind to close in this way. You should not fear being a child’s soul... or does this place bring you happiness? — The creature question sadly.
— And what should I do? — I muttered, flipping through the blank pages. The creature made of the fog that surrounds me continued to float calmly beside me.
— I thought I was clear. What are the books for? — She asks with irony — it works in two ways, writing by hand ... or with the mind, just let your imagination fly! — Exclaimed enthusiastically jumping in the air — it's about time to see what is behind this sad cloud! Write about what you feel and transform it into something that makes you happy! —
Smiling at the emotion that the little creature emanated, I took the book and began to write with the pencil that was attached to a ribbon. So write about what I feel? All right, if this is the only way out then I'll do it. So I wrote my anguish towards this place, spoke of the intensity that came from this haze that only made my fear grow. But she said to make it happy right? I narrate the arrival of a character formed from the same fog and relate how a gentle breeze dispersed the mist and revealed a beautiful place. Satisfied with my little story, I closed the book and looked at her expectantly.
— Come! Let's see what you created! — She squealed and started to float away quickly and I had to hurriedly follow her before losing sight of her in the haze. But I didn't expect it to start to slowly disperse, revealing a meadow behind everything.
— Wait ... this looks like what I imagined — I commented in amazement.
— Of course! We are in your mind, do you forget? —
— But I don't understand how this can help me to come back? — I asked again.
— When you come back here first ... that is, your passions, your desires, your motivations ... your inner magic. You'll wake up, — she explain, — but there's still a lot of fog, Look! That cottage is special, isn't it? — She pointed to the little house in the distance.
— Yes, — I smiled — you said something that would make me happy. It's a memory from when I was nine years old. — I explained wistfully.
— Time is something that can bring us happiness or sadness, depending on how we see it. Why not relive that moment!? Besides, this place used to be a paradise at that time — she flew off quickly yelling for me to follow her, I ran after her laughing. I felt so silly… but happy. Although when we arrived, the hut was not as expected. For some reason before I remembered it with more emotion.
— I know what you're thinking. If you want to change something just take that book and write it ... or I have a better idea! Why don't you give me a body!? - I laughed out loud and started to do what she told me. I wrote a little story about how I imagined this strange character, not sure that she would like my vision, since it was not exactly a very solid body — water? — The creature ask when see her body transforming. I made a gesture with my hand to wait. When closing the book, observe how small buds began to come out of her liquid body until they grew into colorful flowers.
— I thought we had to bring color to this place — I commented with a smile to which she laughed happily.
— Your attitude is changing! I like that, just look around you! The tension in the environment decreases more every time you smile — she explained excitedly — come on, come on! Keep writing, the first thing that comes to mind! —
— Well it seems that I already have my plot — I laughed playing along — what better than the conflict to accept my innocence and happiness? — She nodded animatedly while wagging her new flower dress — Besides, I already have a character. A strange fairy ... or is it a water nymph? How wants to be a psychologist — at this she laughed — in this beautiful environment out there and this cottage trapped in time. — I stayed quiet contemplating the place for a while — I'll be back one day, you know? I mean the real one. I miss those days where everything was flowery. — I confessed winking at her dress.
— It doesn't have to stop being so, — she smiled happily, — especially here! As long as you allow yourself, anything is possible. —
— But there will always be a tension between reality and unreality —
— That's right, and that is why it is important to maintain a balance and a positive attitude in the situations that arise — she advised putting on a false expression of seriousness.
— And that would be the tone of the story, right? We are still talking about the story I will write, right? — I said sarcastically. She burst out laughing.
— Of course! I'll never contradict the narrator. You are god here! And tell me, will there be an end to this story? — She said with a wink looking at me happily. I thought for a while.
—… It will be an open ending. Let the imagination take care of finding the possible endings — I answered smiling. Her happiness was contagious. We stay like that, chatting for a while and telling each other silly stories without really putting too much thought into it. — Hey little fairy! You never told me your name — I reminded her once more.
— You know me; you don't need to know a name — she explained quietly.
— If you say so ... well, you told me that writing here I would return ... what if I don't want to? — The fairy smiled widely.
— Well, you should check it one more time, — she suggested. I looked at the book just to realize that it had changed, now it's was blue like sky... Well...
— How did this happen? — I mumbled surprised staring at page after page.
— Is it that you don't listen to me? — She sighs dramatically — you can write your stories but also with your mind! You got carried away, that's what happened, — the fairy explained floating towards me, — I'm sure there will be stories in there that you didn't even mention aloud. — she said and sat on my shoulder. I smiled sweetly turning the pages from the beginning. They were nothing more than just writings that soon began to fill with color and drawings, but there were still many pages to fill.
I woke up in my bed like nothing had happened, but I really don't care if it was just a crazy dream or not. I just felt happy and couldn't help smiling. I would not break the promise I made to the water fairy. I would not let that beautiful place be covered in mist again. And I would visit it often, that was for sure!
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(English is not my language; I hope there's not so many errors)
it's something silly to make feel better ♥ just around 1400 words, but I am definitely NOT a writer but I try.. hope you enjoyed it 🙈
The story had to be written with certain parameters for the class we have to use 'elements of stories" such as time, narration, among other things that I can't remember haha and is why their dialogues may seem strange like talking about the 'tone' or 'plot' x)
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(English is not my official language; I hope there are no serious mistakes and I hope you enjoyed)
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