The Journey of a Seer

The skies are in the darkest shade of blue. A sign that it is high time for the people to embrace the comfort of their beds and for the stars to dance around the clouds and lighten up the whole country of Monaco. It was one fine evening. Only the rustling leaves of trees, crashing waves against the seashore, snores of sleeping people, and sounds of scribbling inside a modern mansion that resides in Monte Carlo are heard. While everyone is in their deep slumbers, Anya is wide awake and fending off her real life nightmares through writing. Entry 01: William Shakespeare once said, "The eyes are the windows to our soul." and when I heard this phrase years ago, I never thought much of it. Not until now. It seems, however, that what William Shakespeare said is an understatement of how gifted our eyes are. Last week, I discovered that eyes convey more than just emotions. May it be toddlers, children, adults, or the elderly— all of them have stories hidden beneath them, waiting to be told. And they are haunting me. Eyes— they whisper to you. They let you see. They take your whole being and trap you far, far away. She closed her eyes, put her pen down, and breathed deeply. The words inside her head are now shuffling, overwhelming her with frustration. However, she needed to vent out, even only just a gist of what is truly happening. And so she reminisced and started writing again. I would like to think that my brain is tricking me because of stress and lack of sleep. I even sent my sister, Eiah, an email stating the urgency to make an appointment for me because she works as a psychiatrist. Unfortunately, I couldn't reach her as of the moment. Therefore, I decided to deal this through writing; to try and put my fear into words, hoping that these are just inked letters written in a piece of paper. When the time comes, which I hope not, I ask the heavens above just one thing: bestow me with strength. Sincerely, Anslei Yakova Gauniver, a seer.