Fantasia of Melody - Chapter 1

In a world of a single realm stretches vast glowing field, giving the illusion of endlessness. The sky holds no clouds, and though nothing remains unilluminated, no sun can ever be found in the heavens of many colors that dance like a river above, adorned with the glitter of stars that penetrate through the enchanted light.

In this field of grass that stands tall and vigorous, filling with life as each blade breathes in the crisp, clean air, sits a pale doll-like figure. Her skin resembles porcelain, and her eyes like clear glass before a passageway into her soul under thick lashes, allowing for her heart to directly reach through her arms to finger the fine strings of the harp that sits in her lap. Each note vibrates clearly through the fine air, resonating a sense of innocence in the absence of darkness.

The wind cannot be felt physically, yet it runs soft fingers lightly over the soul, giving flutter and wings to the heart to chase the divine melody. Soft whispering voices, so faintly heard one may think it was all of the mind, are carried across the vibrant green before to kiss the crystal blue waters silently and calmly floating passed over glistening opals shining in the light. Small colorful fish cavort through the water, each glitter of a scale reflects in time to the melody enchantingly before they fade completely from sight as if a figment of the imagination.

As the final note sounds through the air all the sensations as well as the joyous laughter of the wind come slowly to a halt, fading as the ring fades. Her head begins to fall to a light bow like a dying doll, the painted smile hanging in place with little meaning as the colors drift absently and languish. The field itself takes in a final breath and the grass falls sleepily back. As her hand falls to the lackluster blades light begins to fade and darkness consumes all like a thick, dark curtain bringing conclusion.