A prompt response for ~Inspiration Monday: Sci-Fae
Images © John and Margaret
SCI-FAE
by John Yeo
I woke up in a haze of non recognition of where I was, who I was and how I had arrived here.
Everything was strangely unrealistic, unusual, unrecognisable a colourful arena on a world of kaleidoscopic strangeness. As if a disturbed artist had poured and continued to pour his paint in rivulets of colour on an ever changing landscape. An orange flare dazzled the permanent light that shone from the multi coloured suns lighting up the distant horizon with a green fire that seemed to be all-consuming. Billows of purple steam suddenly sounded loudly, hissing and spluttering as blue liquid stone flowed down a yellow ochre liquid bed on a river of jagged rocky liquid. There was a silent crash of electric thunder as a winged figure sped up from the bowels of the middle sky. Emerging from a point that mystically merged with the pink of a rising horizon and the disappearance of the future into the past. A point in time that was midway between now and then.
“Welcome to the world of Sci Fae!” Boomed a falsetto base sound, that seemed to convey communication as if a note composed of a base clef swimming in an ocean of liquid soprano had arrived together to assault the ears with pure music.
Then a loud buzzing as an alarm sounded on the machine that lay in waiting. An information loaded gadget waiting for the button to be pressed to silence the alarm.
I tore myself away from my dreamworld of the night, to face the familiar mundane music of snarling, honking, beeping traffic that I would certainly become a part of soon. An alarming prospect indeed.
“Morning Darling!” I mumbled as I dragged myself out of bed.
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Oh, the amazing worlds we create when we dream. Beautiful imagery.
My friend which world was the dream? I would love to dwell in parallel worlds~ Who knows Tara ? Thanks for your lovely comment ~🙂
Very good…I believe we do live in different worlds…awake and while sleeping. Awake seems more clear to us, but in dreams , it seems anything is possible. Just like in our awake hours there are good times , bad times and life can get complicated.
Such color! And the idea (and description) of a falsetto base is intriguing and beautiful. A pleasure to read.
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