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The moon-shaped lake was peaceful that only a ripple caused by some leaves that fell disturbed it. The darkness that cloaked it was slowly being vanished by the sun that was rising above the tall pine trees that I always find so fascinating. They shadowed over everything like they were a part of another world. They towered over everything like they can never be brought down.
And as a kid, I always dreamt of becoming as strong as the pine trees I’ve always saw in my dreams. That beautiful scenery always haunted my memories. Though, I couldn’t remember when or where I have seen such a stunning place.
And in that ravishing place, I have witnessed a miracle.
A boy who I knew was older than the seven-year-old me, was standing in one of the thick, sturdy branch of a pine tree. He had his right hand outstretched- holding the trunk of the tree as if he was supporting himself. He was staring straight at the sky and his shadow blackened the glittering water below him.
It was too dark to see him properly. But- as the sun slowly took its place up in the sky; it illuminated the boy above the tree, making him look like an angel. His brownish-blonde hair shone at the rays of the sun. He was standing as strong as the pine tree he was at.
And he was like a fairy from another world.
It was like serendipity to have beheld such a scene.
If only I could remember where that place was. Maybe, just maybe, I would be lucky enough to see him once more. To see the fairy that did miraculous things in front of me.
His figure turned towards me. Even from the distance he was at, I knew he was smiling at me. And like the miracle he was; he jumped down the humongous pine tree and raised both his hands in the air as if it were some wings he was hiding.
And that was the part where I would wake up. With tears in my eyes and feeling like I have lost something important; something that truly matters.
But- I just couldn’t remember.
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