It was a serene night filled with a chill of the mist and the gleam of the full moon. The stars were dancing and the heavens were singing their songs in silence. The whole earth was in celebration as how they always came to be in such a glorious moment of time.
It was a birthing, the time for a new life to sprout out of the blossom and greet the world as her new home. That was how it was supposed to be as a ceremony for the welcome of a new precious gem in the rough. All evening, the performance of the cosmos in synch with the earth and soil continued, up until dawn.
When morning came, an azure sapphire was born from the bloom of a rose. She opened her eyes with an instinct of meeting a warm face, but gone was the magnificent welcome. Gone was everyone. There was only her and the silence of an early morning.
At the thought of being forgotten, she wept along with the clouds that made rain, unknowing that she wasn't at all neglected rather awaited. Unknowing till it was too late that she was never alone in the vastness of the universe.
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That night, I dreamed of a girl who spoke to herself with these words:
"I didn't know what it meant to be alive. For the moment that I took my very first flight, breathing in the air and letting it out in a deep sigh, I never actually knew what difference it made from when I was still inside the chambers of my flower."
"It was a beautiful flower, the bluest of blue that I have ever seen—a first and last encounter with what felt like a part of me. But it withered away before I could touch it for the last time before I go. It was a quick bidding that I didn't expect. I thought at least it would be a week or even a whole day before it parts with me. Now it felt like I no longer have that protection and that I needed to fend for my own."
"I was all alone."
"It was odd. I could tell for at least half the time I was fluttering about that it wasn't supposed to be like that. Somehow, my insides were telling me, a sense that I couldn't name yet, that there was much more than just me."
"For one, there was the blue above. It was the sky. It resonated with me, much like how my flower did. It spoke to me. I listened. But it wasn't enough. It only spoke in silence. What I needed was a distinct voice. What I wanted, that's something more than I could hear."
"Since there was the blue above, I thought for sure that there were more out there. So, I looked."
"I searched far and wide the meadow. Nothing. Again, there was only the silence of the breeze and the quiet dance of the daises and the lilies. They were half as amusing as the sky, and they couldn't even compare to what I wanted and what I was looking for. So I searched even more, sometimes stopping in hopes that I could at least spot a new blue rose even if I couldn't find someone who had a definite body and voice. But even that I couldn't find."
"My wings eventually grew tired. I was weary and parched. I came upon the sea by then, the second vastest blue that I have seen next to the sky."
"This one imitated my figure on its surface. It also copied its twin, the one above and facing him. As I stare into its waters, I saw what I looked like for the first time since I knew what it was like to be out in the open."
"I was like them, a whole embodiment of the color that I emerged out of. My hair was a dark azure and had light blue highlights that glowed like sparkly strings with the light of the sun. My eyes were that of sapphire orbs and once in a while, my skin would gleam an aquamarine-like hue, like I was made of glass and crystals myself. My dress was that of a blue rose, the very same from which I came from and I was a bit glad to bear an outfit that would remind me of how I came to be."
"After I studied my appearance, noting the same aquamarine distinction that my skin had with the wings attached to my back, I heard the ocean's voice next. It was a bit different from the sky. The sky was like an unreachable resonance. While the ocean, it was like a contained being that lurked beneath, wanting to be set free but couldn't. I felt for the ocean, but still, I wasn't satisfied. I wanted more."
"Even with the sky, the wind, the flowers, and the ocean, I still felt alone. I didn't know why. I just was. I think about why I was on my own, pondered in what and how I was flawed, lingering in my head till my wings ached for a reason that I could not comprehend. With every pulling tug of those thoughts, it felt heavier and heavier to stay above ground, my wings hurting more and more till it felt numb."
"Till I was unable to fly."
"I was lost. What's wrong with me?'
"I only had my very first day, and the sun is starting to set. The sky turned into a darker shade and a crescent that I then didn't know to be the moon came out along with its star companions."
"It's just the first day. It's only the first, and yet I already felt defeated. I didn't find anyone when I woke up. I didn't find anyone even as I looked. I didn't find what I needed—what I wanted. I'm all alone. And now, I couldn't even fly?"
""Just what is wrong with me?" I screamed. My insides felt like they wanted to burst and my eyes pricked like fire was there to burn me. "
"On the very first night of my existence, I cried with no tears. There was no need. The powers that ignited from the screams of my emotions were enough to show that I was crying. With my hair turning an even darker shade of blue like the night sky, and my eyes glowing like gems under an extreme light, there came the thunder and there was lightning."
"It was raining. I made it rain. I was letting the sky rain for me. They weren't just my tears either. Every drop came out to be my thoughts in liquid form falling to the ground and making puddles, falling to the seas and succumbing to the depths of the oceans swirling into the cold."
"That night, the thunder has spoken. I was named Azure, and a storm thrashed like the chaos of confusion in my chest as it uttered my name."
... then I woke up.
