Oculos ad singularitatem
This familiar abyss swaddling my being, just how long has it been since I last fell peacefully into its embrace? This in-between of visions and dreams? If I retrace my steps just a bit... right before I fell into this slumber, there was a knock on the door and behind it waited James bringing different baskets of herbs carrying a strong and sharp, yet pleasant aroma stabbing against my nose. That kind, red woman that had kept me company disappeared to the neighboring room to prepare something whilst telling me to rest... it was ensuring, or I think it was, things have just been so messy lately, I can't even be certain of my own feelings, well, James was there, I bet he's keeping watch over me, even now within this unformed dreamscape, but it was someone else there too right? Someone following suit, half-obscured by James's blurry frame.
Well, there's no use in pondering over that now... thinking too much, makes my head feel weighty and throbbing, like somethings pressing up against my skull sending my vision and train of thought down an unclear path. I wonder, what shape will this unformed void take? Dream or vision? Is there any clear way to know? Wait... Arthur did say something back then, what was it? The second sight was an ability to project your spiritual self out through the world guided by a strong want? Want... last time I got to see Harry I missed him so badly, my want to see him again must have guided me to him, and after that, between those infernal bouts of pain I, I wanted to know, to find if any answers remained back in that small home of ours... even... did Harry feel the same? Did he consider our place somewhere he belonged? Through both the lies, the deceit, and the hollow dread of worry, he did genuinely care for me... or, or could that all just be my illusion too? No, ah... my chest, this knawing pressure threatening to tear me apart, my vision growing nebulous from the flowing stings left by tears... huh? This light? Tearing into the empty chasm in front, splitting the world down the middle, forming a perpetual twilight.
The ground pressing against my back feels chilled to the touch, the contradicting sky above half obscured by a white flurry descending upon me, small pure petals melting as they touch my skin, my hand... was it always this small? My skin, this soft? Somehow, I don't know why, but I feel relaxed, yet, filled with the urge to go somewhere, I cannot see it clearly, it's only a vague tug pulling me to the left, I should get up, I... my right wing! Fluffy, smooth rustling feathers colored like the flakes falling from the sky, unbroken and twitching with liveliness. All of this, the split sky, the gray stone beneath my feet, this small frame is all so familiar, yes, I've been here before, but just where exactly is here? And my form, could this possibly be some sort of memory? From the time before Harry?
This place, so wast and open, sprawling out like a half-lit canvas, dusted over by a fine layer of snow signaling the advent of the cold season arriving wherever this is, it just doesn't seem like anywhere I've been until now... no, I've been here for a while, why else would I feel this déjà vu? This lingering familiarity, spreading through my entire being guiding me towards something unseen. There's something there... some tall construct casting its shadow through this obscuring storm, it is hard to tell just how far away or grand its complete form is within this fluttering white stretching wide like a fog cast from this divided sky.
Just for how long or how far have I walked through this incomprehensible plain shrouded in mystery? Has it been minutes... or perhaps even hours? Will I be able to find any crumbs of answers before I'm inevitably yanked back into the waking world, confined to a bed for the close future? The ground beneath, that smooth rock dusted in cold has now changed, there are patterns, dark bricks laid side by side, broadening out at a gate leading under the structure's shadow, there's something there, a pale glistening plate bolted onto the bricks of the gate's outer wall, there are dark dentures and chips showing the faint edge of letters half-buried by those small corns of ice, my hands, these small flushed hands beet red against the cold are stretching out trying to brush away that faint layer hiding away that message signaling just what might lay ahead. It's so light, my hands are whisking the obscurities away like a gust of wind, unveiling the complete letters beneath "Oculos ad singularitatem" These words, no, the first one, my mind just feels drawn towards it, can it have something to do with that lanky Solitary being ascending from those insidious dark depths? Possibly... but the other words, they must mean something, there must be something more to this, even if it's not just about that thing alone.
"I swear, I just can't keep my eyes off you." Those bursts of wings sending warm tingles down my back, my body instinctively spinning around to meet the gaze of the one owning that deep boyish voice possessing a set of broad grey wings stretching across the edge of my vision. My heart, just how fast is it beating right now?