THE CHEAT CODE by Misba

Author:Misba [Misba,]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9789843542823
Publisher: tolino media
Published: 2023-05-26T00:00:00+00:00

24. The Mystery of the Blue Flower

When the sun has slanted towards the west and the afternoon breeze begins cooling down, and the vapor of the fall splits the sunrays into a million colors, the Intuitionist opens her eyes. She finds herself on a stone—large enough that its roundness didn’t hurt her waist, but it sure hurt her neck.

Shit! How long has she been here? She stands up in haste; her entire body aches while standing, and the world even feels dizzy as she tries to be still. The runujhunu of her anklet makes her look down at her feet; that’s when she realizes her clothes are drenched but not as much as they should be. Her hair is moist, but not in the way it should if she really had fallen through that fall!

The Intuitionist looks around. It’s hard to recognize a spot in the wild, things look the same more or less everywhere, and a human isn’t any better than an ant stuck within the folds of a messy blanket. However, she is sure she was standing right here before falling. It makes her wonder, has she even fallen earlier or not?

Did I fall? (a) Yes (b) No. Yes.

Was it a dream? (a) Yes (b) No. No.

How much could be real, and how much was a dream? The Intuitionist storms in her mind, asking herself questions, finding out the minute details about which part of her most recent memory was true. She looks at the water stream suspiciously. What if it drags her down again? Her gaze falls on her anklet, and the look of suspicion sets in more. She kneels until she reaches it—a tiny flower, not more than an inch in size, blue and white, its petals as hard as the giant leaves in Meera’s wild garden, and it’s glowing brightly like the full moon reflecting on a sapphire. The Intuitionist knows what kind of flower it is. Such flower with tough petals and darker hue grows deep underwater in strong streams. Yet they never glow unless someone wills their prana in it. She saw Meera making flowers glow in weeks.

She looks down to the fall—the stream flowing until it falls at least two hundred feet below, or maybe more. If she really fell, how did she get up here? A shiver sets in her skin when the afternoon breeze blows again. It’s hard to tell whether it was for cold or for fear. She looks into the wild. There are too many trees and stones—the uneven shapes of the earth. It’s hard to tell if anything or anyone is hiding among them. The Intuitionist looks for that man with a grey beard. Maybe she could see that band of mystics again? How many times have you hoped to see something while gazing at the horizon? How many times one may find what he seeks?

The mystics aren’t there; the one who remained till the end isn’t visible anywhere either. To her dread, she finds what she never wanted to find.

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