Excerpt
An awful wailing broke the silence outside, on the night plage. On the screen, like a big frightened bird, the silence flew up, subsided on a branch of a nearby tree, and began watching what’s going on. “…No, Gods, no!” The tall white-haired man came out of the house and rushed to the water edge, where Ivor’s footprints could be seen on the sand. The man fell on his knees and picked up something. The crumpled black almond flower. The man felt someone’s touch to his shoulder. The Golden Comet smiled at him and said, “Dear lord, you’ve gone too far from your home this time. In addition, it’s your amnesia. But I’m glad you’ve remembered all. Only… it’s most sorrowful that you’ve killed him. Only you could kill each other, you know. Flying high in the dark sky, crazy and free, I was happy visiting the worlds and giving death or madness to the people. Either is liberation.”
The silence noiselessly flew down on the sand. But the man was there no longer. The Voice explained, “He eventually has known liberation.”
“Anything else, gentlemen?” Ivor heard the voice of the waiter who stood at their table and watched Ivor’s embarrassed look.
“No, nothing…” At liminality, at a transitional point between the dream and reality, the washiness of the water-colour around, Ivor took for his for a moment, and then he blinked and saw the empty cup in his hand.
Smiling, the waiters gave them bills.
Ivor felt surprised with the fact that he could freely move his hands as well as legs as he walked to the exit.
“What it was?” he asked his companion, as soon as they were outdoors.
“It’s…” Armastus stopped to answer the question, “…You slipped from one world to another, and vice versa, without, you might say, batting an eyelid.”