Morphina Gate

Morphina Gate

I woke up as darkness covered my eyes and the headache had become more severe. I began to open my eyes little by little as I heard strange voices. I wanted to put my hand on my forehead due to the severity of the headache, but I found myself handcuffed. Then I looked in amazement around me and found myself inside a cell as if it were inside a cave with a faint light. So I looked beside me. That there was a transparent wing thrown on the ground and next to it was a sticky blue substance. I saw an imagination. Then I looked closely, because there was an illusion that suggested that it was a tall, strong-built woman with horns, and there was the voice of a being speaking to her in a strange language that I did not understand and had never touched my ears.

Two days ago....

When I was tired of the pressures of work, I decided to go on a trip to relax myself. I had inherited a house from my grandmother near one of the beautiful waterfalls, so I got in my car and went. When I arrived, I parked my car on the side and started walking until I heard the roar of the waterfall. Then I saw the beauty of what my Lord had created, as there was a river snaking between the rocks. To surprise me with its beauty, as it was covered with lush greenery. The mountains were characterized by their towering heights and amazing shades of colour. As for the sky, it was blue, covered with cotton clouds that were scattered in it to paint a magical picture of its beauty. As for the air, it was a gentle breeze, and around me were tulips, the flowers that I adore the most. As for their scent, it captivated hearts and butterflies danced. Around me and rejoicing in the golden rays of the sun as they merged with its colors as if it were the brush of a skilled painter, where I saw the creative divine touch in it, as despite its small size, it possessed all the elements that made it present with its joyful appearance. I was hearing the piece of eternal nature in its most beautiful meanings. It was an imaginary background of the picturesque nature as it gave me a reward. Deservedly full of joy and happiness after escaping from the crowds of the city with its noisy rhythm for long hours. It made me pour my worries and stresses to the heart of the earth through the sparkling beads of water when they touched my feet. I was wishing for an eternal moment of forgetfulness, or to temporarily lose my memory, or to become a feather and fly among the folds of nature. While I was contemplating all this beauty and became certain, as the sun set shyly and ashamed, leaving its eternal place on the beautiful horizon. The colors of twilight were reflected in the sky, drawing extremely beautiful red lines, preparing the sky to receive the darkness and the darkness of the night. So I decided to enter the house, and as soon as I entered, I felt extremely comfortable. It had been designed. The house has an antique design. I am confused about where to begin to describe its beauty. Should I begin by telling the stories of the walls as if they tell beautiful stories of a wonderful life? Or should I describe the doors of the house, which have become worn out over their long life? Or the windows, with flowers of days climbing around them growing, to give an idea of the memories of a wonderful family. But despite that, its design was Wonderful, as if it were from the era of kings and princes, where everything in the house painted a picture of a life that was joyful at one time, but as soon as it became obsolete, it became abandoned and ancient, with no sounds or echoes. They were just forgotten memories of a house that was full of life. The lamps in the house were never extinguished, as if Nothing remained except the walls of this house and its old paint due to the harsh days that had passed. When I looked at the balcony, I noticed the trees extending across the balcony and leaning on it without apologizing to it, as if the trees had become the owners of the house. Even the windows of the house were not more loyal. Here it has become as dilapidated as the darkness of the house. After everyone abandoned her

As if all the furniture in the house was sad and miserable, despite the beauty of its design, as if forgetting had thrown a party all over the house, as if it was apologizing for the loneliness of this house, as if the memories were gone like the wind and only the walls of the house remembered them, where there were pictures in an elegant frame that told of a very wonderful family, even the flower pot that used to receive visitors. Here it has broken and is no longer spreading perfumes throughout the house. I looked out the window contemplating a swing that was in the garden of the house. Thoughts began to come to me, what a beautiful swing, but what if its ropes were cut and it could not bear my weight? Here, its ropes have become worn out. No, I will not approach it. I will just contemplate it from the outside. Far away, even the swimming pool had dried up and the moss of the days had grown on its edges. When I looked at everything around me and imagined, as if it were a machine traveling through time, I went into the past to immerse myself in the details of that life that captured hearts. There were curtains of luxurious lace filled with dust, and spiders had woven their homes all over the place. To give the house a feeling of loneliness and abandonment, I looked all over the house and decided to clean it, so I started sweeping the house with one of the branches of the tree that was in the garden of the house.