He twitched and twisted while cool drops of sweat ran down his cheeks. His hand grabbed hard onto the white wet bed sheets almost to the point of ripping the smooth fabric. The boy Suddenly found himself surrounded by trees, some of them had the greenest of leafs anyone had probably seen. You could distinguish every single detail on them, the traces of rain drops, the perfection of their shape and size, the perfect lenght of their very thin yellowish veins that covered every corner of the leaf like a perfectly sculpted work of art. The wrinkles and curvy imperfections made the Tree trunks beautiful, they had a dark brown tone that mostly ressembled the color of molten chocolate. As the boy turned he saw between the trees …lampposts, lit lampposts  with such a bright light, the highest of branches were bathed in it. A sudden strange sound of crackling from behind the thick  leafs, it started to move all around, jumping from tree to tree, as the boy turned to throw his sight  to the next  tree, the sound approached each time, the noise stop.The boy fell on a cushion of red and brown leafs… From behind a great green plaque formed by the edges of many branches, two small black eyes stared continuously from between trees at the large figure of a strange boy on the floor unknown to the place. This small creature would not stop looking at the boy, it blinked. It had a rather light green colored body, a perfectly round head with no mouth only a tiny nose and those small shiny black eyes. It had small pointy ears which had their edges pointed to the back instead of upwards, very thin arms and what would seem like bluish flower petals instead of legs, almost like a natural dress to the creature. The boy could hardly tell if it was male or female but he did not think about it for more than a split second for its beauty had overtaken him, and now he was the one who couldn’t stop staring straight into its eyes.

He reached out his hand to touch it softly and, as the creature reached out as well with its small finger, it suddenly blew softly towards a branch only a few centimeters higher and flew away before it could touch the boy’s hand.

The boy shook his head and attentively watched the branch the creature had blown on. A strange small green thread of grass now hung from the branch. The boy still observed while the thread split into two and grew even bigger then into three even bigger it grew and split into five, eight, its  color dimmed and became black, it no longer looked like grass, kt was no longer grass it suddenly joined it s pieces and this sudden beautiful transformation so complicated and detailed yet so attractive something happened, the boy wasn’t sure what it was but the simple blow of air on the brach made a thin string of grass grow which by the end of this had then turned into a lamp the hung around on the branch. Strangely the boy felt that lampposts and lamps being grown naturally was not at all odd but perfectly , like a feeling of obviousness. He pushed himself up from the ground but before he could step any further, he suddenly fell again as the dry red leafs flew around him and spun like a great wind, he was now next to a lamppost but with a weak  yellow light not bright at all like the others, in front of him was a pale woman, she sat on a throne of bent wood, as her arms rested on the edges of the large curvy chair, her bright green eyes were looking upwards towards the tree branches when suddenly her chin slowly lowered and her eyes now wide open, seemed to be  looking at the boy, but they weren’t, they were looking into him, at his soul. Her figure seemed to be changing…the leafs once more covered his surroundings like a cloak of silk in the wind only this time the leafs did not stop but they showed him in his head, an image of…chinese lamps and suddenly a newer  brighter more beautiful one, flowers, they were moving and they had very peculiar colors, colors he had never seen on flowers…

A man stood in front of his bed, a very large and old looking top hat sat on a pillow beside the character”Calix?” the man whispered, he did not open his eyes in fear but as heard the man say his name, be immediately open his eyes and rose on the bed towards the strange figure. From under his hat he pulled out a small camera which became bigger every click. It was a dark shiny brown with seven or nine buttons on each of it’s sides, a small lever on the back and a big glass lens which the man then stretched” attached to he lens were two straps which attached themselves to Calix’s head and the sound of three click a big bright flash blinded him.

Calix suddeny turned his head and next to him sat on the floor a woman looking at him with a most thoughtful look” I don’t think we got the right one Solomon” she said very lowdly. He looked at the contraption “Oh… He is the right one” he approached Calix ” tell me what was the last thing you remember seeing?” Calix made a face “lamps, chineese lamps and…trees I think” the man quickly responded “No that can’t be right” Calix thought for a while ” Flowers…they were flowers, they looked like they were moving and they had strange colors.”

“Not flowers… Sylphs”

The Writer in the Dark