My Dream Girl, Kindness. An Impossible Story.

Everland

The next time I found her, I sat down for the long haul, but fell asleep twice and was high jacked by unrelated dreams before I finally made it to Everland.

I was immediately greeted with a full kiss to the mouth while she wrapped both her arms around me. She smiled and looked at me after, and she must have spoken Ever to me because even though she talked I remember more what she meant, instead of the words she conveyed to say them. Such is the beauty of the Ever.

The message she sent me was clear, she loved me back. But she looked different. As if to portray her growth as character or to better portray herself in her home of the Ever. Her hair, although still the color of the sunlight, was cropped short, no longer than just above her shoulders. It was not as unbearably bright as before either. Her eyes were a beautiful honey color, her lips soft and pink, and her nose was a cute button. Her Ultimate description beyond that, defies the language of man and 'beauty' does her no justice. She was Pure and Everything without being complicated. She even had a little sunset red on the tips of her hair as if she remembered my redhead preference. She was BEAUTIFUL.

She wrapped both arms around me, and her hair turned into the flowing tendril-like strings of light, they sank into my back, but I trusted her. She then used her fingernails and her hair like claws to tear away how I saw myself and show me my Inside and how she saw me. 

I looked great, I'll tell you that much.

She took me by the hand and then we flew over her homeland.

I was now in Everland I can only imagine that she was waiting for me at the door to show it to me herself. It was a dense jungle, the trees were alive and wet with the dew of the morning mixed with the rain, without a cloud in the sky. It was beautiful. 

I looked at the beautiful woman holding my hand with her delicate fingers. She made me happy, and by the smile on her face I knew that I made her happy too. It blew my mind i loved her so much I wanted to prove that I was worthy of it. I searched for a way to prove my worth to her.

Then I looked down and saw a girl cradling her legs, her tears and sorrow pierced my soul.

I went to her through the tree cover, I could show my love how good I was by saving this poor soul, and I left the girl with the sunbeam hair for the moment in order to help someone in need. I was able to fly on my own after all. Especially now that I knew that I could.

The crying girl looked like she was made out of vines. I wrapped my arms around her like a friend or big brother and hoped that my love for her would communicate through that hug. I had passed through Zen to get here, and my bliss blinded me to the obvious. Soon I noticed that my Love wouldn't join me. In fact, she looked scared and beckoned me away, Trap and Danger easily conveyed in her urgency.

I looked and I saw the danger she was referring to, a second girl made out of mud rolled up behind me and wrapped her arms around my back as the swampy mud water began to engulf me. I held on to the crying vine girl and hoped that if I held my ground and loved hard enough that everything would be okay. In fact I Hoped that something miraculous might happen. And it did.

My compassion and acceptance was a force capable of twisting fate in a place like Everland. It quenched the fears of both girls and they were transformed. Soon there was no more swamp trying to drown me, Vine Girl was free of her fear she became Rose. She appeared to the eye, a soft gathering of vines swirled around a frame to create the shape of a girl. On the top of her head where you might find hair there were short vines tied together in a single ponytail. And as soon as she became Rose, soft rose petals bloomed into a regal dress on her body.

The Mud girl named Swamp broke into two. The first was a blue form made from water who I've dubbed Nymph from the similarities to Poseidon's Water Nymphs. The second girl was taller with skin of bark held together over her frame by caked mud. The bark covered her like skin yet thicker lichen covered whole pieces of bark covered her like a set of light armor. She didn't have a name so much as a role, she was Big Sister.

They were now free of the spell of loneliness. Now, they had me, and the girl with the sunbeam hair.