Xibalba

[Lia]

Andreea sau cum te-o chema, sunt romanca.

Unia, multumesc mult, sper ca vei mai trece pe aici.

Together we will live forever

As soon as our fingers connected our bodies disintegrated in a myriad of tiny, bright red and orange marbles that stood floating in the air, some darker or lighter than others, resembling the way shadows and highlights played to form our shapes. The marbles hovered as I extended my hand to touch your chest, hesitating for a second before coming in contact again. There was a noise like bees swarming and I felt my entire being yearning to be bonded with yours, like two rivers being brought together into a waterfall. We collided and the sparks that rose from the impact were colored like fireworks. We swayed into the wind, golden silhouettes of glowing warmth with no earthly roots, living an astral life of avatars. We travelled the Universe playing with the forces of creation, decorating it accordingly with giant clouds of dust and stars, so that we may gaze at them as we floated down the Milky Way. Where corners seemed to be dull and dark we weaved nebulas like webs and hanged them in the empty space. We molded clay, painted it green, gave it a hearth and named it our home planet…

Both of us lay awake on the floor, our hands holding tight, as the sound of the city buzzing brought us back to reality. The magic was still there encircling us as we spoke in the secret language of dreams, more real than real, more alive than anything else. And then just like a flash the room sunk into vertigo, falling in the silver and scarlet depths of sleep.

The smell of the ocean and the waves crashing down on the beach, wetting my toes, woke me up in a beat. You were still unconscious but breathing regularly, drawn in your own dream. I got up and looked around but all I could see were the murky gray shades of the sky, the ocean and the dunes. My long white robe was fluttering in the breeze while I walked along the shore, thin ribbons of sand following my feet in snake like movements. I commanded them with my fingers and they danced as if I was playing the flute, stirring them in a game with the wind. The strips started forming a cylinder as I walked back to you, and with their use I lifted you up in the air, bringing you close to me. Your hair and skin smelled like cinnamon and honey, like you’ve been bathed in nectar which belonged to the gods of Olympus. I kissed you tenderly and felt the taste of berries on your lips, the scent of forests of the midnight, somewhere south of Wonderland and west of Shangri-La. I bent my knees and prompted them in the sand, resting your head on my lap with care, trying not to awake you. The ocean was getting agitated, and with each wave that broke on the shore it seemed to be getting furious, it was just like an army of marine centaurs galloping towards what I believed was us. I heard a long wailing from the distance tearing the sky at great speed then dying down completely. The clouds had cumulated and their shades had changed towards a black-blue that looked enraged and menacing, swirling now like a maelstrom. We were trapped like birds in a storm, and as soon as I realized that the cry came again, but it was highly pitched compared to the first… It was the song of the sirens, for I was taking their prince. I planted a seed carefully and placed two of my fingers on your forehead, chanting a few verses, while circles of white light formed around my hand. Nothing happened for a second, but then you slowly opened your eyes, making sense of my face through the haze. I shot a quick look at the waters that were receding towards the deep, and realized almost instantly what was about to happen. With a finger I motioned you to keep quiet, told you to trust me and then our lips were sealed in a kiss that had the passion of a first. Both of us rose to our feet, our clothes moving frantically in the violent winds, ready to confront the strong tsunami wave that was advancing towards us. I let my eyelids close as I held your hand firmly and started to sing a melody I had learned from an ancient doll; after the first few notes the sand shifted and started covering our bodies from our toes, going up our legs, forming a thick crust like the trunk of a tree, spiraling until we drew our last breath, embraced until the end. From then on it formed branches that looked as if they were reaching for that blue, blue sky behind the clouds. Then out of nowhere lightning shot down on the now still formation of sand, and the tree turned to crystal, glowing indigo or azure, and with that the storm died away, like it had never formed. The sun was now once again a blaze rising up from horizon, after being hidden in the depths of the sea; orange strips of light now papered the sky setting in a beautiful dawn.

It is love that transforms us in the deepest of ways, being the purest shape of metamorphosis.