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The resonances left by the crimson light continued to brighten the sky. I felt almost

connected with the forests and mountains and it comforted me in all ways possible. The
beauty was unexplanatory, the beauty was unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The tiny hairs on
the back of my neck stood and marched its way through my skin as I began to fantasized on
what my life would be like if I never left.

Amongst all this beauty, I felt a hint of sadness. My bright smile faded into a melancholy
grin. As the shrilling sounds of the Auroras and chilly breeze died down, everything went
silent. I sat back down and the crunching snow was all I could hear. It was pin drop silence.
Even the sky seemed to have gotten darker and more solemn. It was almost like all the magic
had been stripped away by some evil, deadly force. I despised it! The sky was now less blue
and brighter. The twinkling stars seemed to have vanished and all that was left was the
crescent shaped moon.

The moon barely reflected any light and the only light source was from the artificial bulbs I
had hung up for Christmas. I scowled at the sky and saw a glimpse of a thunder bolt amid

the clouds followed by thunder storm. The ground vaguely shook by the vibrations of the

thunder. Then all the lights went off. The electricity in higher altitudes tend to have many
complications, especially during the winter seasons. This time, I sighed in agony. The magic
only lasted a few minutes and somehow it all disappeared into thin air. This beauty
continued to vanish, leaving behind a broken heart. This seldom pleasure crushed my heart
and the emptiness continued to grow, ripping apart any shreds of joy. There was no warmth
in my grasp, it was just emptiness floating around my mind. The cold now harmed me
instead of cherishing me. My blanket and my clothes were soaked in icy water and the snow
was smudged with filthy brown mud. The trees stopped swaying and stood still. The birds
stopped singing and all light was gone. Everything was frozen. What happened?

Sometimes I tend to forget how time flies when one is happy. But when one is sad, time is
frozen or almost nonexistent. This fantasy is not eternal and I should learn to let it go.
Nothing lasts forever. I sighed while humming a lullaby to myself and made my way back
home.

Kimaya Wijesuriya - 9M