The vast extension of nature had been its home ever since it was born.
The little flame didn't have a name, it didn't need one in the place it lived, but it had memories and a consciousness. Like a small sparkle, it was born from the heart of someone else and lived there where his soul laid. It felt itself pure and warm and made out of all the kind things in this world, the gods loved this soul and filled it with love once he had to go down to earth.
It wasn't the only one, its siblings had danced with it along the domain of the chosen one, The sky seemed to have no limits and days were never ending, in the place where it first appeared. Everything was infinite.
Then it ended up there, as if sent by its bearer, "take care of her, don't leave her alone". And the flame dedicated its days to dance in between the grass and play with the Moon in that meadow where flowers grew tall and the morning glory ran up the trees.
At first everything was somehow gray. The flowers were white and the butterflies scarce. The contrast in between the permanent night and its beloved sunlight was something strange in the beginning. Everything had been calm before, but without the Sun, it all felt more shaken.
And under the stars and hidden in the darkness the animals of the forest wandered, spying the unknown form that had suddenly appeared in the domain, but never hurting it.
The more time passed the more shaken everything became.
Butterflies started to appear flying in the air in giant groups that covered entire trees with their colourful wings, only lilies before, now there was a never ending supply of flowers that bloomed under every step the flame took: sunflowers, chrysanthemum, roses, tulips, bluebells. They appeared under its feet and grew until they were taller than the flame, always used to the infinite nothingness, it now had problems to stay above them.
But it liked this.
The flowers smelled nice, the bees made panels from where shiny honey dripped and the small creeks flowed near the meadows and reflected the stars in the sky.
It was vast and extensive and fertile in a way its birthplace hadn't been, with a seed there on its chest growing with strong roots that buried themselves inside it.
It was sure. The flame loved the woman on the Moon and she loved it back.
She held it in between her arms, peppered it with kisses and got it closer to her chest, keeping it there for long hours as if fearing the flame would fade away from in between her fingertips.
And the time they spent together was full of bliss and peace, it thought that this must be how happiness felt.
Then there was darkness. Total and utter darkness.
One day everything started to grow, to grow too much. The colours were the most vivid it had ever seen, flowers opening and producing fruit, butterflies growing huge, the grass only became taller and taller. The Moon hovered above the sky and it appeared to wish to cover everything. A second, that was how long it took for everything to rot.
The earth faded away in dust and everything became gray and ashy, with stinky odors taking the place of the sweet, sweet kindness.
The flame had wanted to take flowers to braid a crown and give it to its song, who waited patiently in the middle of the meadows, watching from afar like a mother watching over her child.
But she faded away in ashes when it tried to touch her. She disappeared smiling. The song vanished in thin air carried by the wind along with everything that had brought them joy. The only thing left in the darkness was the huge and shiny ball, with fire hair and a serene face plastered inside it.
Everything melted into nothingness.
And since it had nothing to do, the small flame slept.
A long time passed, dreaming about what they had taken away from it and the peace it had lost that it'd never be able to take back. Until it was called again.
"Take care of her, don't leave her alone."
It was the same feeling, and it tasted it again like candy from a past childhood long forgotten.
This time, it was a mountain.
The affection left on the ashes of the meadows pushed it to love this one, but the flame missed its song.
There was only yelling and fighting and bitter remarks over what one or the other failed at, over what they needed or didn't have and the bravery they lacked to get them.
The flame recognized the warmth on the girl and she was who it clutched to, but she only cried, just like the woman in the Moon had done at the start. So it thought that maybe if it stayed for a little bit longer, she'd come back.
It was just like any other day, the flame didn't know if there was anything different because its existence had no start or end and even if it could feel, think and dream, everything was monotone. Like a long and never ending flight.
It was only that the Moon hovered above the sky and came closer, like an eye watching from high up that wanted to look at it carefully and that was why it leaned forward.
The Moon went down to earth, accompanied by parades, drums, bells and a small court that followed her everywhere like the escort of a goddess.
The silver disk in which it had turned into laid behind both the child and the warrior.
The spider lilies grew and grew just like the others had done, they bloomed so much that their petals fell and only the leaves and stems remained. The little flame feared everything would disappear again just like it did last time, so it ran.
The small army that went along with the Moon on her trip to earth played louder, the light reflected on the disk shined even more intensely.
"Do you promise me you won't die if I fall asleep?"
"I promise."
The flame found the remains of the song with them, Moon rising behind their heads like a halo.
"I'm sorry." The warrior knelt before the child. She looked at her. Both of them had all their eyes open. "I should have never laid a hand on you."
"It's nothing." The child smiled. "I forgive you."
The snow left on the roads melted completely, leaving behind grass shiny with a thin veil of water.
The stems remaining from the spider lilies grew tall and turned into tree trunks. The air smelled of vanilla when wisteria bloomed from them and all the trees soaked in icy water, filling the air with petals of soft colours.
The snow that covered everything before was replaced by a different one, with flowers covering everything they could touch in a rich veil of purples.
With one last flash of light, the Moon came to the earth.
The flame remained static for a moment. The stars followed her, forming a tail around her shoulders in the form of a haori and painting her kimono. She was beautiful and huge and shiny and it looked like the world revolved around her.
She rose above the trees and the mountains and looked like she nearly touched the sky, with a huge silver and dark blue halo behind her head that gave the final touch to the hair pulled up.
The woman from the Moon knelt smiling, oval earrings tingling when doing so and the strands of hair that framed her cheeks tickled the little flames when she took it in between her hands and raised it close to her face.
"My child." Her voice reverberated everywhere with the intensity of everything and nothing, as deep as it was silky.
The eyelashes that framed her eyes were down to look at the flame, tiny on her open palm.
Her expression changed completely when she chuckled at the air, making a group of birds nearly fly in fear.
"Finally! I missed the earth so much!"
She cheerfully jumped up and down and the world trembled everything she landed, but it didn't seem to matter to her as she started spinning, hugging the flame closer to her chest.
"This is so pretty! I always forget how beautiful everything is here! I love it!"
The small flame would have smiled if it were possible.
Yes, this was his song. And it wouldn't let anything hurt her ever again.
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He didn't know how it was possible to go somewhere like this or if he should be here in the first place.
It felt as if he shouldn't, as if his mere presence stained the purity of the infinite sky and its soft blues. But there was nothing else the boy with tuberculosis could do.
Dozens of shiny and warm creatures ran to Decenas de criaturas brillantes y cálidas acuden a su llegada, revoloteando a su alrededor con curiosidad y gentileza. No irradian nada que no sea paz.
The clouds stretched huge and fluffy over the sky, the landscape seemed to never end no matter how far he looked. He would have been lost for eternity if not because the creatures held his hand, pushed him and guided him where he wanted to go.
He couldn't stop thinking. "It's beautiful, everything here is beautiful". Because the delicacy with which the gods had painted that landscape felt like something from outside this world.
Was it possible for a person to be so beautiful on the inside? Maybe it was. He didn't believe he had met anyone that came close to such beauty, such ethereal perfection wherever he looked.
It was kindness, the warm feeling flowing through his veins, that filled his heart, that made his chest spill with joy and happiness and drive away the dark demons, the hopelessness, sadness or desperation.
All of them faded in ashes and he didn't have the strength to clutch to them to help himself move forward. At first he held onto that overwhelming misery that had been around him and his predicament.
He was sick and he was gonna die, there was no more truth than that.
But this was different.
All fear, sorrow or frustration disappeared, reduced to mere dust under the warmth of that shiny ball that stayed high up in the sky like a Sun that lighted everything around it.
Angel voices appeared to sound on his ears and they sang melodiously, muffling everything else that could have broken that perfect harmony created everywhere the sunlight touched.
The little shiny creatures held his hand and tugged him. They were soft and careful and treated him with the biggest of affections, as if he was made out of crystal and they wanted to fix with their warmth the cracks of his soul, weld them so they healed and he suffered no more.
It felt like being warm everywhere, small little kisses peppered all over his skin that tickled him and made the light they were made out of go inside him, that his bones filled with glory and bliss he wouldn't find anywhere else.
He didn't remember having felt like this ever, either. And if he hadn't been enjoying that pure and wonderful feeling they called being love, maybe the prospect of the disappearance of such a feeling would have made him fall back in a pit dug by anguish.
But the sick and dying boy wanted to go to his tomb remembering this feeling as much as he could, so he pushed away the bitter and sour ones and focused on remembering the plenitude that filled him completely.
It was then when he saw, in the distance, that ball the demon had described and that he was destined to tear apart.
The bone awl brought him back from all that he had wanted to forget, the reason why he was here in the first place. He couldn't fail, because he wanted to be wrapped by sweet fantasies and die in peace without having to think about his mistakes and regrets. But he didn't want to destroy something so beautiful either, he didn't want to break the only thing that had brought him peace ever since he was told that he was slowly dying and he'd have to say goodbye to life.
The spirit core hung pure and transparent above the floor, as if it wasn't destined to stay on land and the path the gods chose for him was above everything any of them could ever imagine.
The Sun was destined to light everyone around him and keep the earth and its creatures warm, he couldn't stay on the floor to live alongside the mortals, for he had to fulfill his obligations. That was why the gods had given him power.
But with roots buried in the reflection of the sky that was the floor, rising tall with a thick trunk, old and millenary, stood a wisteria tree.
The purple and perfumed flowers created curtains around the Sun, preventing him from rising higher in the sky which kept it in the earth and conscious that he was nothing but mortal.
The smell made his muscles relax, how sweet, and without a second of doubt, the sick boy fell on his knees. The countless creatures circled him and comforted him, so he cried.
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This chapter was supposed to be last week's chapter and vice versa lol but i got it wrong so since the order essentially doesn't change anyhting i'm leaving it as it is