Dark Spectrum

At the summit of the mountain, I am able to see the whole world sprawled out below me. The land has many variations in it, from snowy plains to deserts to mountains. The lines between the terrain variations are blurred. The land is strange; the ways the landscape quickly change from a tranquil meadow to a rough and dangerous forest. No matter the difference of the terrain, the sun spreads light across them equally, making sure not to ignore anything, be it good or bad. The sun stands right in the middle of the sky, showing of the beauty and wonder of the world, from the clouds to the dirt. Its so relaxing, seeing this landscape, as it never changes. The landscape stays constant, always in perfect balance. There is nothing that can make this place better. This place is, in every since, utopia.

At this point, I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve been up here. It doesn’t matter really, as the same thing will happen over and over again. At this point, I even know I’m dreaming. For the same thing happens every hour. I climb up this mountain, look around, go back down. However, I refuse to complain, as the whole thing is mindless, I have no sensation of time. I don’t think. In a dream, one hardly does. The ability to do the same thing over and over again in a mindless stride, not having to worry or wonder about the mediocrity and uselessness of the entire thing, is wonderful.

In this dream, I can forget all that has happened. I can forget about why I’m asleep, how long, I can just forget. I wish this could go on forever. I wish that I could live every day without worry, without struggle, without pain. To be relieved of having and needing a purpose is a blessing. However, nothing good can last, and change is way overdue.

I sit upon the mountain, calm and mellow. I close my eyes for a bit, as I always do, to continue being in a calm and relaxed state. I breathe in, and breathe out. But as I open my eyes, I realize night has fallen. There are no clouds. The moon is in the middle of the sky, surrounded by gleaming stars, shimmering across the sky. I knew this day would come, but I hoped it wouldn’t. I slowly get up, and make my way down the mountain. The pate is strangely smooth, without any fractures or crevices. But as I stride down the spiraling path, the land behind me starts to crumble. Behind me, the path finally starts to show age, and crumbles to the bottom of the mountain. As I look around, I can also see that the world is aging. The trees rot, the snow melts, the flowers wilt; my perfect world crumbles before my very eyes. And I can do nothing to stop it.

By the time I get to the bottom, the world has turned to dust. The land is featureless, except for small hills of sand and ash. I look up, trying to look away from the ruin, and see that the stars and the moon are gone. They have also seemed to succumb to the end.

I walk amongst the broken world, trying to find something, anything, that isn't the same horrid sight. This once maginficent and beautiful place, now a barren wasteland. There is nothing left, no remnant that the old landscape ever existed. It was wiped away from the world, never to be seen again.

I walk across these hills for hours, wearing my hooves down. I do not care about how sore my hooves are, I just care about finding something. I don't care if it is good or bad, I just want to find something out there that is different.

Eventually, I fall to the ground, refusing to get up. There is no point in doing so, there is no point in doing anything. Everything is gone, and I have been left alone. I would give up, if I could, but it seems that cruel fate has left me to stay here, awake and undying, for a time, I'm not sure how long. I lay here for a long time, trying to think of something. But my mind is blank, unable to process anything but the shattered thoughts and memories of a dead land.

And I am left alone, amongst a pile of dust. It seems that I am to come back to the world, to face the truth. This is just a dream, and yet, somehow, it is all too real.

"You're pathetic!" I hear myself say, off in the distance.

"Why do you care. You left me here, alone, with no sleep and no thoughts. Why do you have to be so cruel?" I ask.

"You need to face reality. You need to remember your past. If you don't, you will never change."

"I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE!" I yell into the black sky. "I never wanted to change. I just wanted to be happy."

"But that time is long gone. You need to change, or else you will never learn."

"Or I can just lay here forever, absorbed in empty thought." I say to whoever I am talking to. It's not like I care who I'm talking to, I just want them to stop.

"Look, if you don't wake up, balence will never happen. Without you, the world flows with positive energy, which will eventually ruin everything. If you don't do it for you, do it for your family!" the voice off in the distance yells.

I stay quiet for a bit. "How, how do I remember." I ask.

"All you need to do is admit the truth to yourself." the voice says.

"Thank you." I say, too late. The voice is gone, leaving me only with the memory of what it said. I decide to follow the directions it gave me. I close my eyes, and try to sleep. As I lay in the dust and ash, I remember. I am the only thing left. I am the only one left. Everything is gone, but me.