It was still dark and quite under the trees. The animals of the night had gone to sleep but it was still to early for the day walkers. The forest floor was wet. A child's bare feet made no sound as he ran lightly down the path.
As the dark night turned into dawn the child reached a lake. The water was still.
"I'm not to late", he mumbled.
Slowly he walked down to the edge of the lake, carefully not to disturb the stillness, seated himself on the ground and waited. The minutes passed by and slowly the sun rose higher.
The young boy had almost lost hope when it happened. The sun had reached over the treetops and birds were singing. One bird sang brighter and more beautifully than any other. Its song flew like golden threads through the air, spun itself around the trees and flowers, giving them life. It touched the water, turned the surface bright blue and gold. Everywhere colors exploded like fireworks.
This can't be of this world, the boy thought to himself as the golden threads reached him. They spun around him, without touching him. Soon he's at inside a golden bubble, the song of the bird echoing in his chest. He had never seen anything such as this. He laughed, a free, honest sound only a child can make. The golden threads drew closer to him.
"Aaaaaaaaaaa...!!!!"
The boys scream made a strange contrast to the song of the bird, but it wasn't for long. The screaming stopped as suddenly as it had started.the golden threads started to draw back and fade. All the trees an flowers were standing tall, the lake was clear and still. Nowhere was a boy to be seen.
The song of the bird had come to an end.
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