Noah Catalan

Forgiveness

The day had arrived. Mysterious colors covered the room with their presence, and many birds sounded their wings to the welcoming of the deep air, which seemed to be colored like oil. A feeling of comfort velveted the boys stomach. Although he was not expecting this intrusion on his exploration. He felt a sense of peace that drifted him into a sublime relaxation. A kind of slumber that gave him enough peace that he could die. Or that his mind was surrounding his body. He lay in a state of this lively vegetation. With stones fluttering into life. The stream below began to glow and a beam of light came down from the sky.