A peaceful greenland, the grass is growing green, the sun shining through the delicate white clouds, while they so carelessly drift through the vast blue sky. A quiet greenland, secluded in its own time, in its own pace every single second feels like two, yet everything be well. Warm and soft is the grass, the leaves gentle, stroking your shoulder if you pass under a branch like a soft hand would in a time of need.
There be a little hole in this vast greenland of peace, a little black hole in the mountainside. An eerie darkness seeping out of it, giving a most uncomfortable feeling. At night the little black hole glows red and orange, the light flickers and fends off anyone who dare to approach the little hole in the mountainside, yet not all is at it seems, as is with many things upon this this little black hole in the mountainside there is a fireplace right in the center, surrounded by rocks, yet almost never lit during the day, an old pot over that fireplace. Some books in the corners of the hole, as are some clothes and wooden mugs, a somewhat broken pitcher near the wooden mugs. Two piles of hay on each side of the fireplace, one bigger than the other. Even though it is a little black hole, it be a cozy one, everything tidy and neat even if
there isn't much in the little black hole.
Though the most precious thing in this little black hole is a girl, couldn't be much more than three or four years old, this little girl is wearing a ragged old blue dress. She stumbles to the entrance of the hole, placing her little hands on the cold stone and gazes over the lands, a cold breeze washes over her face, she shivers a bit. The little girl looks down, sadly, peering right through a single brown, dead leaf on the ground, letting out a sigh as she stands so. The girl spots something approaching fast, something black, on all four. It would scare every child of her age, yet this particular girl is not frightened at all, a bright happy loving smile comes forth, awaiting patiently the black spot on the horizon. The girl looks over her shoulder, in the hole and then back to see where the black spot on the horizon is, no longer a black spot, however. The monster, the beast approaches, the little girl stands ever so patiently while the beast charges, running wildly to the girl, its blue eyes focused only on the child, coming closer and closer until it is a few meters away from the hole and the child, the beast comes to a halt, raising on both legs as it holds the bucket by its handle in its mouth.
The girl keeps standing, the warm smile shining brightly, blinding any who see it, comforting even the saddest and bringing hope even to the hopeless. She runs hastily towards the furred monster. The beast takes a few steps as it walks on two legs, straightening its back, carrying a bucket of grapes in its right claw. Hope approaches and wraps her little arms around the beasts legs, embracing the beast with love and care. The horrible monster bends down and swipes the girl off her feet, embracing her as she does the beast. The beast carries on walking, a bucket filled with grapes in one hand and little Hope in his other, it walks slowly towards the black hole, as the bucket, little Hope and the gruesome beast escape into its sanctuary.
Inside the beast places its little Hope on the smaller pile of hay, grabbing a handful of grapes and giving them to the girl. She smiles, longing for the grapes that she so rarely tastes, now she has a bucket full, yet the beast and its little Hope keep quiet. The beast walks towards some clothes in the black and shuffles through them, retrieving a journal and a small pencil, barely managing to hold them by its claws. The girl keeps eating one grape at a time, holding them proudly in her little hands, putting them in her mouth, chewing and swallowing each one with her bright smile. Her red cheeks filled with grapes as a quite happy hamster.
The beast throws the journal upon the other hay pile as the pencil follows through the air. It walks towards those two mugs, filling one with the broken pitcher of water. Clumsy it drinks, placing the wooden mug back down on beside the pitcher. It stumbles and sits on the pile of hay, grabbing the journal, starting to write, its little Hope looks at it as the beast looks back with a smile, if a beast can smile. It looks back down to the journal and keeps writing.
Its little Hope grabs another handful of grapes and raises from her pile of hay, stumbling just as clumsy towards the beast across the hole. The girl approaches and falls into its arms, the beast places the journal and pencil to its side and peers at the girl in its arms, still keeping the creepy, wanting to smile expression on its horrible snout. Yet the girl doesn't mind it one bit, she tears a single grape away and raises her arm, putting the grape in the beast's mouth. She softly brushes against the beast, running her hands through its fur, leaning the head on its chest and humming quietly. The beast holds her back, stroking little Hope's hair with the long claw, ever so carefully, not to harm its little Hope. The beast softly takes the grapes from the girl's hands, she gives it another tight hug, looking up in its blue eyes, she speaks with a quiet little voice, matching her perfectly "I love you, father."
Everything is indeed not as it seems in this little black hole, for there are things in this world that deceive, there are things that we wish not to be true, there are things that bring us joy and there are things that bring us sorrow. What be this? Joy or sorrow? One thing is certain, it has been a long time since the beast had seen such care and acceptance as it does from its little, grape filled, red cheeked, caring, loving Hope.
