Old Garden

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Parts that are repressed must go somewhere. They all form a place far away, deep within the dream lands. More often than not, the Old Garden holds the answer to many questions.

Submitted: October 22, 2018

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A wandering flame within her heart stirred memories from long ago. Her mind had traveled far away into a place deep within dreams, but not her own. It was a place separated from the rest of the dream realms, always changing and expanding itself further. It was simply called the Old Garden to those that awakened from their dreaming and kept its memory intact.

She walked through the old rusty gates, flinching from the loud metallic noises as it opened. The sky was in eternal twilight, and the gentle light provided some form of familiar comfort to those noticing it. She took several steps forward, entering the Garden. There were thousands of plants, flower pots and other strange looking flora within the Old Garden, each one more dusty and ancient than the next. “How long has this place existed?” she wondered, cautiously walking around. She stumbled upon another small area, separated from the rest of the Garden. There was a wooden sign on top of its gates that read “Nameless Faces”. Before processing anything, her body moved towards this new place. The gate opened smoothly, and silence overtook the atmosphere. Not even the wind caused any sound as it hit the gates and the flowers on the ground, as they danced elegantly with their black petals. These black flowers contained a blue pulsating orb at their center. The orb was organic, seemingly breathing. In her curiosity, she got close to observe one of these strange black flowers. She sat right in front of one, waiting for something to happen.

The flower began to scream, but it could not produce a loud enough sound to be frightening or disturbing. “What’s wrong?” she asked, as the flower tried to breathe after screaming for so long. The pulsating orb began moving violently, distorting itself terribly. Eventually, the orb had transformed into a small human face. She looked at the face, as memories poured into her heart. “I remember that face... but the name... what was your name?” she whispered to herself. The face began to scream in pain, but this time, it was loud. She was scared of it, but couldn’t help but feel as if it was her fault the face felt that way. The screaming from the face eventually turned into sobbing.

Another flower put a face on itself, and began to speak to her. “This face is feeling the pain of being forgotten. Such a terrible thing to feel. But that is all we do, and that is all we are.”

She got up and started to look all around the Old Garden. The plants and flowers had all transformed into something else, revealing their true nature. A large grandfather clock propelled upwards from the under the ground, standing tall over the entire Garden. Its hands struck a time that was unrecognizable by her eyes, but it signaled that the caretakers of the Garden were arriving. She quickly left the black flowers, and tried to hide behind a large tree.

She saw the caretakers enter through the rusty gates. They were skeletons wearing white robes. They had damp dirt inside their skulls, and small flowers in their eye sockets. There were many of them, and as they walked, the dirt inside their skulls slowly spilled over to the ground, instantly creating a flower on the spot. She felt someone touch her shoulder. A chill ran down her spine, but still, she summoned enough courage to slowly turn around and look behind her. It was one of the caretakers, who simply offered her a small flower. Confused, she accepted it. The skeletal caretaker simply signaled her to remain silent. As it did the gesture, she began to pass out.

The morning sun’s heat had gently caressed her skin as she awakened from the dream. She had started to go about her day while thinking about the dream, and what it meant. A shadowy figure passed her by. It had the shape of a human, but it was faceless. She desperately followed it around, until she realized it was a person. “Uh, excuse me” she said, approaching the figure and gently looking at its face. It took several seconds, but a face revealed itself. It was a face she had seen recently, and in her past. Now reunited, the shadowy figure had taken a form once again, and finally began existing once more within the garden of her memories.

 


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