Dreamgiver5

About Dreamgiver5

I was walking threw the garden sometime past midnight trying to forget the morning was coming soon. I often walked threw the garden at night there was a peace at night not found in the hastiness of the day. It surprised me to see a withered rose in the middle of thick brush, I then spotted a small path that lead straight to this new discovery. I thought I knew every inch of this garden but, this rose was unknown to me. Upon a second glance I saw the that the rose appeared to be dying and it made me uncommonly sad. This new treasure I discovered seem to call out for my help. Fascinated I pushed pass the thick brush though the narrow path to the rose. I looked around and couldn't understand why the rose was withering. The ground was moist, the soil was rich and there was a small clearing where some sunlight should get threw. It was impossible that it had spent it's whole life here and I had not notice such an intriguing flower. I lowered my hand to hold the bud staring at the petals which seemed to have no color just a shade of black I could not name. The only way I could describe it was the color of true darkness void of any life. Yet the stem still had remnants of green which meet it still held some form of life. It needed something to nourish it, to give it strength. Then the image of the word, life, came to me as if the rose itself had placed the word in my mind. That is what the rose needed life. Just then a sudden realization came to me. A flash of pain so quick I can't even be sure it was pain, which was immediately replace with a feeling of tranquility. There was no pain as I slowly pulled my finger from the thorn only a sense of calm. I examined my finger to my surprise there was no blood, even though the thorn had pierced deep into my finger. I look at the rose in shock to see there was the slightest hue of red at the very base of the bud. I could not fathom the reasons for my actions as I proceeded to push my finger back against the thorn thrusting the thorn back into my finger. This time there was no pain at all just the same feeling of tranquility as before. As I watched the rose rise, it filled with the brightest red I'd had ever seen. Just then I felt a warmth that I didn't understand. The warmth was leaving my body and flowing into the rose. It was only then that I noticed how large the rose had grown. No the rose was not getting bigger I was getting smaller. I suddenly became aware of the surrounding area, there was no grass around the rose and the brush around it was dry and brittle. I tried to summon the willpower to pull away but could not find the strength. I still felt the calm which confounded me, I should be terrified. Just then I saw the black I saw in the bud from before surrounding the edges of my sight. In the middle of the darkness there was the rose which was now bigger than myself. Than the black spread until it was the only thing I saw. I than felt the complete calm of oblivion. The only thing left was a pair of clothes and a beautiful vibrant red rose.