I collect shattered dreams. It is without doubt that my duty in the World of the Living is to scour the many discarded dreams that humans produce. That is the reason for my creation. It is the one truth I have come to rely on. No work of semantics would dissuade that truth. No human could convince me otherwise. I wake up every morning to open the door in my room that leads to the World of the Living. But often on odd days, I find myself indulged in humans. That’s my hobby.
On one such day as the morning sun glared onto the streets in waves I tucked my head down in search of shattered dreams. They initially appear as marbles that glimmered in the shine of the sun. Upon my touch, they turn into objects that befit the dream it held and a surge of memories flood into me. I am told of the dream that had been shattered, and of the person who dreamt.
The town I was in that day didn’t come off as one that I recognized. Most places I visited weren’t usually places I’d known. However, sometimes I do find myself surrounded in familiarity. The world for the most part was small. The streets were clean, not a single crack or piece of trash littered the ground. Trees often surrounded the sidewalk, providing occasional shade and the whistling of branches. The homes were in good shape, almost as if they had just been built.
As I continued to walk forward, I noticed that the walkway split to my left. The sounds of laughter and feet filled the air. A fence opened way to what seemed to be a park in the middle of the town. There were no cars on this lonely morning. I peered at the entrance, a crowd of children were kicking a ball. I would have made my way elsewhere, to continue my search for my shattered dreams. But on that day I saw a familiar face.
As I took a step into the park none of the kids turned to greet me. And as I walked past them in their game of kick ball not a single person was dissuaded by my intrusion. That was how it should have been. At the back leading to a street elsewhere, was a small bench with a cover over top. Sitting on that bench was an old compatriot. It wasn’t that it was impossible that I would eventually meet with someone I’d already met. However, I was still surprised. I had found her shattered dream a time ago, and as it were I still remembered her and what she had lost.
I took a seat beside her. She didn’t bat an eye. I wondered if she would have remembered me. I wondered if I had afflicted her to that degree. My hobby to talk was one stained with poison. And I often tried my best to avoid the need to sting. Jordy had light cinnamon hair and hazelnut eyes. She had tanned smooth skin and soft cheeks, and her hands were small with subtle nails.
Jordy’s shattered dream dealt with that of her daughter. Her dream was to have a family. However, when I found her that day and picked up her dream, it seemed that her entire world had crumbled. Her dream that day was in the shape of a teddy bear and I gave it back to her. There weren’t any rules that prevented me from giving her objects that were linked to the World of the Divine. It was more than harmless that I gave her a shattered dream. It wasn’t that I felt bad for her or wanted her to move on, it was just that it felt appropriate at the time. I wanted to see what she would do with that revelation, with that link. Perhaps that’s why my room lead me back to her that day.
As I was about to call out to Jordy, I felt an ominous presence wash over me. It was a divine. They were everywhere and nowhere. However, it was rare to find a divine revealing themselves on purpose. And even if they did they would often do so with a strange bravado. As much as humans hated the unknown, most divines couldn’t understand humans either. And even more so, most divines couldn’t stand each other. I was no exception.
“I haven’t caught wind of you lately,” the lady doused in white said to me as she appeared to my side. I had very few friends in either world. The lady who had just greeted me, like many divines, went by a plethora of names. I called her Bird. She always appeared with her white gown. It covered her entire body neck down as her black hair followed, straight as the words that left her mouth. It always made me feel like she was guiding me.
“It’s nice to see you too, Bird.” It was at times like this, where I really felt the brunt of my divinity. I spent so much time being with humans and learning from them, that I often forgot who I was.
“How long has it been since I last saw you Summer?” She smiled. Her face was gentle.
“Too long to remember. I hope you’ve been doing well.” I didn’t know whether I considered Bird to be a friend. I knew she wasn’t an enemy. Despite the history she was bred from, she was subtle and kept to herself.
“I have and it’s strange to see you out here just sitting around when you should be collecting shattered dreams.” I couldn’t dispute that fact.
“Just taking a break,” I lied, though I knew Bird saw right through me. It was in the wind. The wind of the park dragged my words through the dirt. And the chatter of the children around us filled in the empty spaces.
“Be careful not to take too long or divines might take that chance.” I smiled for her. I knew very well what she was referring to. I wasn’t planning on having that happen again.
“I know.” It wasn’t something I wanted to think or talk about. I wondered why Bird decided to peg me down.
“It must be wonderful having a place all to your own,” Bird’s voice lulled into the air, finding its way into the sunlight that tried to beam its way onto us.
“Can’t the same be said to you?” She laughed. Her laugh filled the park but Jordy didn’t budge. It was strange seeing her so absentminded. Her eyes wandered into the clouds. They moved with the winds, and dragged with it a new day.
“You know this isn’t really where I belong after all our histories are quite twisted.” She chuckled.
“You can’t believe everything you hear.” Her eyes smiled. I was glad someone was having fun.
“You call me by Bird but I don’t have a home to go back to and instead I build my nests where the wind guides me.” Her dress fluttered in the slow winds. Her hair following suit. If I closed my eyes, and listened to her voice, I would have thought she was human.
“But it’s still a place where you can go back to. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?” She let out a breath before standing, and crossing between us.
“It lasts for too little for me to really be attached and I travel for too long for me to really know where I belong.” She smiled at me.
“Seeing you be so free makes me jealous and it makes me want to grab hold of that feeling from you.” She leaned in, her eyes scanning every section of my own. With a click of her tongue, she leaned back, her hand out stretched, touching onto my shoulder.
“However even if I wanted to grab hold of it from you I would not do so to a friend.” I couldn’t help but to smile and chuckle. She retracted her hand, and spun.
“Right. I’m glad you’re my friend too.” Those words spilled out of my mouth.
“And you’re not the type to fight others anyway. That just isn’t the kind of being you are.” She shrugged.
“Oh, but I am quite the dangerous woman when I want to be. Do you wish to give it try?” I was tempted but Jordy was still left somewhere in the clouds.
“No. Maybe another time. I’m sure you have your own duties as well.” She nodded and begun walking into the sunlight.
“I do as that’s the fate we get for being such horrendous beings.” I never did like that about Bird. She always called us horrendous.
“Oh,” before she left, as I felt her presence wane, a sudden thought happened upon me, “Does you being here have anything to do with her?” I pointed to my left where Jordy still sat unaware. Bird’s eyes widened, but then she shook.
“Her little one had been buried long ago and thus that’s none of my business.” Divines had a strange way in working with the humans. Much like humans we had our own semantics. Despite that Bird stuck very true to her purpose. She would not skirt on her duty. Unlike a certain divine that collected shattered dreams.
“So there’s another one in town?” She nodded.
“This place is to be seeped with dread and I will have to attend to the one I actually seek soon.”
“Happy searching to you and may you find the shattered dreams you so desire.” She left in the blink of an eye, leaving a trail of wind in her wake. Just as I was about to turn towards Jordy, it seemed that she had began walking up the street.