Chapter 1 - STARRY NIGHT

When the birds remind you of the first glance, seemingly lost in the wishes which reside in your soul. As the taste of the wind reminds my tongue of your sudden dis-engage. A solemn caress for the clouds to take notice. As close and distant as time, a healthy forever, & a happy smile.

There is a bookstore in this town, and although you only find it when you stop searching for it, the bookstore only ever allows two customers to visit every single day. Even when a crowd of people approaches the store, only two can ever enter into the store per day. nobody really knows what happens to the people who enter the store, but only a single person leaves inevitably. The funny thing about this particular bookstore is the fact that you can never remember what you saw inside of it neither the person you came with, more like you are only given a book you desire without any knowledge of acquiring the book in the first place.

A young man found himself in a forest, with a book in his right hand, with a little tear in his left eyes, although he could not recall himself being in a situation which would bring tears to his eyes. He continued on his trail back to town, and as he left the outskirts of the forest an old man approached him with a smile on his face, he looked as though he had been waiting for the man to return from a place, he himself do not have any recollection of. The old man looked at the young man in front of him and said, "So you found your happy ending after all Chris." and as dumbfounded as he was from the man in front of him as well, Chris answered with, "I believe I had it all along."

Finding your own happy ending, the one thing we all live to achieve before we relentlessly leave this world as well. But the thing about happy endings can be a little tricky.

Now Chris had entered the bookstore with his best friend Evans, and although he did not have any such memory of him, Evans had not been able to leave with Chris.

Mr Evans woke up in a dream like town, a place fit enough for a fairy tale, his whole attire consisted of a greyish colour, more like he looked to be a peasant in a town filled with nobles. The very ground he walked on seemed unreal to him, looking at the shoes he had indefinitely had on without an ounce of thought put in place. He then heard a loud voice speaking, and with a loud tone the voice said, "Do you believe in love?" Mr Evans did not pay heed to the question and continued to stroll down the peaceful street of the town, there were multiple simple stores which filled the street, with different kind of fruit, vegetables and sweets which were for sale on each store. He watched as the villagers passed him with smiles on their faces, the content they had in their eyes put a smile on his face, he indeed believes to be blessed to live in such a place for a change.

things started to change the moment he spoke to one of the villagers,

his words were, "What is the name of this beautiful town?" and with a smile the girl which stood in front of him answered with" this is Ridgewood Town, it is a beautiful town is it not?"

The words they exchanged with each other after were nothing but homonymous, yet in a simple second he found himself in a dark room, with no light to guide him otherwise, he tried his best to find a way of the room, but when he had found something which felt like a door, he quickly opened it only to find himself in a garden instead, the garden was filled with white roses with two guards which each held buckets of red paint with paint brushes in their right hands, and when their eyes met with his, they shouted for him to identify himself, and as distraught he was he tried his best to speak to the guards, and as he started to run towards them he found himself back in the streets he had originally been placed.

Being afraid to utter any other words from shock, Mr Evans kept his mouth sealed from then onwards, unable to find his way back to his world and unable to move from the streets, he could no longer remember his past self.

Now once desire controls our minds, reality becomes somewhat lost in the dreams we cannot help but dwell on relentlessly, and yet a solemn truth still remains in our hearts, but ARE WE BOLD ENOUGH TO SEEK IT? ...