Only Fantasies Were True

My fairy tales came to life. It turned out that dragons exist, so do spirits, and the dead, and all and everyone fantastic. My past life was only a bottom layer of the cake. Boring residues of the top layers fell down to my monocellular world only to finish their existence there.

The new views are breath-taking, but they also mean an end to the old me. I need to recognize the past myself as a mistake, a mistake that is 37 years old. Only fantasies and dreams were true, but I did not dare to believe in them.

I won’t cry or look back. I will look ahead and go ahead. Fresh air is healthy, even if it’s not warm.