In the distant future, where time dissolves into dreams and reality intertwines with fantasy, I find myself awakening. I wake to the gentle sound of the wind whispering ancient secrets, or perhaps it’s the sunlight, softly caressing my skin, bringing me back to the world of the living.

Each awakening is a dance between forgetting and remembering, a game of hide and seek with the truth. Sometimes, the truth is a shy visitor, revealing itself slowly, in fragments of memories and glimpses of past lives. Other times, it is an overwhelming storm, dragging us out of the comfort of sleep, forcing us to face the raw and unfiltered reality.

In this eternal dance, we move between sleep and wakefulness, day after day, night after night. Some of us bloom, others wither and die, but we all are reborn, forgetting to remember, remembering to forget. Life is an endless cycle of growth and change, a journey of self-discovery and transformation.

And here I am, waiting, growing, budding. With patience, I remember things I once knew, stubbornly resisting the growth and change that I inevitably must follow. My soul has a master plan, a destiny written in the stars.

I believe that tomorrow, when I wake up, the day will be different. Perhaps the truth will reveal itself a little more, perhaps I will be a little closer to my destiny. But for now, I continue to dance, to dream, to live.

© Beatriz Esmer

Dry Pastel Art – Dance Collection