レンタカー王子 VOL. 1 P. 1
春の前奏曲：鳥や蜂
Spring Prelude: The Birds and The Bees
Inconspicuous to the greenery below, the arising sun hushed. Unuttered, its arms spread contentiously with an advancing glow. On a strand of grass, rests torpid a drop of dew. Dormant and passive, the dew sleeps unstirred.
Oblivious to an impending awakening, the glow leaves a mark with its temperate, tender touch; announcing the arrival of the sun. Aroused, the dew discerns a face in the light. It glistens in acknowledgement.
A feeble warmth ensues, pursuing dauntless and undeterred by the chilly air of an early spring. In its unfaltering ambition, the strand quivers, shattering its icy facade. It staggers as it heightens upright, sliding off the dew from its back.
Warmth reunites with glow, illuminating a patch in the greenery from which the strand grew. Up above, the coal-colored sky concocts into a mixture of ultramarine and indigo, and not far-off, a shade of orange attempts to dissolve into the brew.
The spell of a night's slumber is breaking.
Within the dank air, trillion of droplets reflect the incoming light, creating a perceptible silhouette of clouds. Warmth turns forceful as it heaves and maneuvers the drowsy clouds away from the light's direction. Opportunistic yet impatient, light trickles through the crevices of the now sloth-moving clouds, and then merges into the illuminated patch below. The sky begins to clear as the clouds gain momentum.
More light persists to seep through every found opening, draining into a collecting pool of light which flooded the patch. Unable to withstand the escalating intensity, a torrent gushes out, surging beyond the vicinity of the pool. No life was spared as the newly formed wave swelled into a formidable tsunami, propagating with tremendous hostility, vaporizing every shadow mercilessly, and revealing everything that masqueraded itself within the cloak of the night.
It wasn't just a frontal charge, the tsunami's vanguards defied gravity.
Upon colliding with the foot a discernible tree, the tsunami divides; one advancing towards to a hedge, while the other charged upwards, scaling the tip of the highest branch. The same strategy is used on the remaining fortresses, till every barricade, fort and stronghold is overthrown. Once the entire greenery has been conquered and claimed, the tsunami recedes, exposing the aftermath of its warfare.
Shimmering under the brilliant light, the garden sparkled like a thousand jewels. Embraced by the garden's enclosure, the greenery transformed into a chest of timeless treasures.
The once dank air condensed into a shower of glitter, that draped the plant life like a veil of diamonds. Jewels and gems of sapphire, ruby, amethyst and citrine blossomed beneath the cloud-wisp sky, while the lush emerald grass savored and thrived on the moist earth. On the cobbled stone walls, aged, interweaving vines exhibit its snakelike demeanor, yet harbored delicate flowerets of lilac.
Unmistakably and unabashed, a leafless century-old tree stands majestically in the middle of the garden. Waterfalls of quartz cascade from its center, that dazzled of ivory and blush. Its sturdy branches cradled the overflow of the blossom canopy, caging the sky in an interlace. Bearing the immense weight, its back bows into a curved arch, hauling its bounded roots above the earth. Its roots emerge undulated, propagating outwards in a ring. Despite being imbricated with distorted humps, protruding scales and engraved wrinkles, the tree endured the test of time.
When light fulfilled its duty, warmth converges to produce heat. Oppressed chill air ascends, shifts, then circulates, propelling the stagnant atmosphere into a whirlpool. Accelerating with intensifying velocity, wind is generated that accumulated into a vigorous gust. It wafted pollen from seasoned blossoms; fertile with nectar, infusing the sky with the bouquet of spring.