Emptiness. A white void. There was nothing. There was no one. Not even a "me." I knew I was there because I could see, but there was nothing when I looked down. I knew I had a body, I could touch myself, not in that way, you pig. I was also standing. I could move, run, jump, but I couldn't see anything I was doing.
I walked for a while, until, in one of the thousands of blinks I made, an entire world appeared before me.
It was a dirt road, with a beautiful grassy field on the right, and a few beautiful flowers here and there. To my left, there was another beautiful thing; a forest. I could feel as if, within it, there were thousands of creatures I'd never seen before. The trees didn't look rigid. They had a smooth surface and leaves that you'd mistake for the flowers on the other side of the road. On this road, there were four silhouettes.
One was tall, about five feet nine to ten, with a slightly slim body, but fit, even if lacking in muscle. He had medium-length brown hair that reached below his ears, hair that gleamed slightly in the sunlight. His eyes were practically black, and he had an average face, if you look at it according to current beauty standards. His figure conveyed warmth.
To the left of this figure, there was another silhouette, between five feet eleven and six feet tall. He was a little wider, but not because he was overweight; he was in shape. He had noticeable muscles, but not exaggerated for his age, which was very admirable on his part. He had short black hair, styled in a very basic style, the most normal and least complex of the four. He had completely black eyes and a fairly robust face, but not unattractive. In addition, you could notice a very light beard on his face, although you wouldn't see it from a distance. His figure conveyed respect.
To the right of the first figure, there was a shorter one, about five feet five, or even a little shorter. His body was very thin, but not malnourished. Enough to be worrying, but still healthy. His hair was slightly black, but not completely black, especially compared to the second figure's. What stood out most was the lock of hair covering his ears, dyed a dark blue that stood out slightly. It didn't ruin the tone of his long hair, which reached halfway down his neck. You might even mistake her for a girl, but it didn't look bad. His appearance was a little unkempt and a bit shy and weak, but beneath all that unkemptness, I felt there was a beautiful and sweet image. His figure conveyed insecurity, but with an undertone of confidence.
The fourth figure was further ahead, behind the other three, so I couldn't get a good look at it. I decided to go after the three people in front of me. I tried to respectfully tell them to move out of the way, but they ignored me. I tapped one of them on the shoulder, but they didn't react. I didn't exist from their perspective. They were motionless. I tried to forcefully move them, but I couldn't do anything. Tired of trying to get them out of the way, I simply walked around them.
I walked across the grassy esplanade, and as I did so, I ended up stepping on many flowers. Although there had been very few before, the ground was now filled with them.
As I passed them, out of nowhere, the forest to my left disappeared. All that was on either side was a sea of flowers radiating energy. It was a scene straight out of a fairy tale. I felt like if I stared at the field any longer, I would burst into tears. I decided to ignore the landscape and go for what I came for: the figure in front of me.
This time it was a woman. She was averagely tall, might be even taller than usual, like five feet seven. She had black hair that was bursting with life and radiated an incomparable glow. It was short, but it reached her neck, and at the tips, there were streaks of a slightly brighter blue than the third silhouette, but still dark. It was also dyed in a gradient. It was a blue that, at first glance, was almost imperceptible, and one would have to be up close to see it, but I felt as if I knew her hair was that way from the start, as if I noticed it from the day she dyed it. Being a woman, her entire figure would be judged, having not so steep curves, but not because she was overweight. She had an ideal weight, or even a bit thin, and it's not as if she looked bad either way. For the most disrespectful and undignified, this figure didn't stand out on either side, but it's not as if she didn't have anything good about her, either. Just perfect enough to not stand out at all, but not be humiliated either. She had blue eyes that contrasted with her hair, and her face was quite decent, slightly above average.
I felt a thousand and one emotions from this figure, all positive. More than half of them, I don't even know how to describe.
I wanted to speak, but I couldn't. I wanted her to turn around, but I couldn't do anything. I felt like the distance between us was like that between the Earth and the sun.
I felt like I was Achilles, trying to catch up with the tortoise, only that I couldn't even start the race.
Without warning, the woman in front of me turned to look at me. As soon as she did, the wind began to blow gently, the flowers in the landscape showing their grace once again.
"Will I look disgusting to her?" "Am I nice enough to look at?" "Will she be scared when she sees me?" A thousand thoughts ran through my mind, but, catching me by surprise, this figure hugged me. I couldn't move. I couldn't thank her. I couldn't reciprocate. I couldn't cry. I could only watch as she hugged me. I could only watch as it all happened.
In this situation, she was the one in control of everything. She decided when to stop, when to leave, and when to do everything. And before leaving me, she whispered something in my ear. It was a word, I know it was a word, one said with sorrow, but I don't remember what she said to me. What did she say? I don't think it's worth losing my mind over it.
After that, the girl stopped hugging me. She walked away from me, step by step, along the dirt road. The flower petals began to fall one by one in the wind. I could only watch. I could never follow her. When I managed to move again, she was gone. Desperate to have someone by my side, I looked behind me, searching for the other silhouettes, and…
I woke up from the dream I was having.