Consciousness returned by a scent I hadn’t felt for a very long time…
My breath,
it was all I could feel for a while,
and then I was…
happy…
That is… it was what I had always assumed happy would feel like…
My naked body was numb…
My head dizzy, ears ringing four tones…
My hands were free…
Finally I dared to move…
Finally I dared and removed the cloth that bound my eyes…
What little moonlight that reached through the swaying stalks burned my long unused,
always teary eyes.
… and the scent! Oh god… The Scent!
I laid with my back to the ground… and watched the blurry fragments of the pale clouds passing by.
I awakened by the whistling morning breeze and a quiet moan; not my own,
trapped within it…
And I saw the rays of the first sun…
I stirred as the world stirred around me and I slowly stood up,
my body complaining…
I looked up first, from whence I had come…
In hopes to understand…
I didn’t.
Then…
Looked down into the horizon,
And I saw it…
It was a miracle, it was divine!
How the field of the rose stretched before my eyes endlessly in all directions…
How lovely were they to my hungry eyes,
how silky and soothing to my caress,
how intoxicating to my mind their spectral scent…
I started to walk; away from the blinding sun…
while I smiled in excitement,
welcoming the pain, which had been lingering, biding its time gradually set, as the adrenalin lost its short effect and feeling return to limb and bone…
And all the while the wind whispered around me…
and the moan somewhere at the edge of my peripheral hearing…
After a while I felt a tiny nip on my knee,
like a razor cut… and a chill went up my spine…
I stopped…
Still looking ahead…
Still the wind and the scent rushing me by…
I looked down and I heard the moan separate itself from the wind…
I saw,
I understood…
“Is this it…?” I asked to no one in particular…
“…my deliverance?”
My lower body was covered with blood…
oozing from a thousand tiny insignificant cuts…
I looked around into the field and saw myself a little a ways…
And again, somewhat further… I turned and looked back from whence I had come…
And I moaned…
I looked ahead again further and saw the I who had gotten the furthest just as I dropped out of sight,
into the field of the rose…
It was the perfect, unselfish revenge of the pure; it was freedom just until.