In the dark green forest of Anticipation, bathed in the pale moonlight there was an old forgotten bench. Made entirely out of stone, carved out from a rock with crumbling sides and half-covered in thick moss, it was truly a perfect spot for the Great Unknown to rest it's tired legs. Rosette that once made it look elegant was barely noticeable under the leaves, and even the giant hands of Unknown couldn't fully uncover the beauty they once held.
Unknown shook his head, in slight disappointment, too occupied with its own heavy thoughts to think about the rosette again. So what if it stays covered and unseen, there is some beauty left still to be experienced.
Stars were peaking through heavy leaves, just twinkling here and there, not giving up on shining. The wind was helping them by slowly moving the trees allowing their light to fall and spill over the grass, making the droplets on them shine like little pearls, waiting to be picked up. The trees whispered of hopes and dreams, carrying the prayers of the wind right to the Unknowns' ears, tickling them slightly.
Unknown looked down at his massive and old hands, covered in wrinkles of time. The burden was too big, even for the Great Unknown. On one hand, there were dreams, hopes, some little wishes peaking through and falling on the ground. The other hand was filled with fears, experience, and dread. There was a choice to be made and it wasn't an easy one.
Squeezing one hand, just a bit too hard can crush all of its content, leaving the dust to settle on the wet grass until it becomes one with the dirt beneath it. Throwing it into the sky may give it a better chance of survival, it can soar attracted to the light of the stars, leaving it to its own destiny. But how to decide?
The Great Unknown took a big breath, filling its lungs with the sweet and musky smell of the forest of Anticipation. Leaves slightly trembled when the exhaled breath touched them, making some room for the stars to shine quickly before the air filled with darkness once again.
Both hands stayed slightly opened, leaving just enough space for some new hopes and dreams to flutter around them, or some fears to creep into the cracks, as the Unknown bowed its head staying that way a moment too long.
With love,
Tamara