The Story of Mr. Finn

The darkness ahead of me shimmered, almost as if it were a mere optical illusion hiding an oasis of light.

Moving forward proved to be an easy task, and these darkened halls of despair allowed me the time I so desperately needed to think about my current life, goals, and new surroundings. They lit up a new opportunity for me, a new direction to walk. A new river, and a new stream of possible outcomes.

Beyond this path stood the tall and proud night sky. Each star twinkled to the beat of my heart, some brighter than others, but all equally wonderful and magnificent. There was no dullness here, nor was there pain. It was as if I had stepped into a whole other world, one filled with darkness that had the same warming properties of light, yet none of the brightness.

Soon, the star filled walls that surround me morphed into blurred images. These images became ever more clear as I continued down the path, and it took me but a moment to recognize the images as my own memories from the life I had once lived.

To my left stood a lone apple tree, surrounded by tall brown grass that billowed happily in the warm summer breeze. The sky was a light blue, and had the most perfect of clouds hovering above and beyond the grassy fields. This was the perfect summer afternoon, but most of all, it was one of my happiest of memories, for that very tree, on that very day, was when and where I met the love of my life, to whom I later married.

The visual representation of my memory soon darkened, only to be replaced by the night sky a moment or two later.

However, I knew somewhere deep within my mind that this was not yet over. That I would see more of my past before I would be allowed to live my future.

“Trust in me, young human. Trust in the Night Sky.”