Memoir de NarcissusA Story by Shaun GurminA story about the inner ice cavern.
Rigid and cold, I sat in the ice cave, surrounded by crystals: how easily I could see through them, their emptiness, merely reflecting what they were not.
I searched, longing for warmth, longing for substance. In a crevice, I found something, radiant, a burning piece of amber. It wasn´t transparent like the others. It was rich with colour, rich with power. I sat there and gazed, at its beauty, its inner universe of galaxies, of yellows and oranges, bursting within.
Something started to appear. Slowly, I could see. There I was: happy, bright, glowing, warm. Enchanted, I wondered if this was my reflection. But with time, the fiery gem darkened, and became as cold and blank as the other stones. Desperately, I ran from rock to rock, cavern to cavern, in search of myself.
I knew I was different from those crystal caskets. I knew I had substance. I saw it: I saw the light inside. Wanting to see it again, I ventured into forbidden land, beyond the mouth of the ice cave.
Outside, the bright skies scorched me. Gradually, I felt myself tiring, until I could no longer walk. I glanced down and noticed droplets, melting and merging, on the ground before me. I looked into the pool.
Sparkling, glowing, refracting colours, I saw myself. I was beautiful: yellows, blues, greens, and reds.
Weakening, I dropped towards my reflection, tears fleeing my seared surface. Disturbing the charm, agitating the clarity, the final drop rippled the water. Then, I saw that the beauty and colours, were just phantom refractions, from a melting crystal mirror. © 2018 Shaun GurminFeatured Review
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8 Reviews Added on March 22, 2017 Last Updated on February 16, 2018 Tags: narcissism, imaginary, disillusioned, deception, dissapointment AuthorShaun GurminWolverhampton, West Midlands, United KingdomAboutHello, My name is Shaun, I teach English, and I write in my spare time. more..Writing
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