雪山在唱歌| C4 Backlashes <4>

Singing Snowberg

Chapter Four

Backlashes <4>

Chros©

The sky is still orange-red, suddenly the rain drops, Sunder rushes out from the main building, wearing a strange skirt. She starts to dance, no, she’s spinning very fast. As she circles herself in madness I have an illusion that she’ll fly into the air. Her skirt is changing its colour, the original white is becoming red, more and more, something’s flying in the air, is it blood? The wet floor is catching the red, she’s leaving a red trace. All the people in the building are looking at her, she catches all the attentions. I hear she’s yelling, “he who has a strong enough why can bear almost any how!” She dances and transforms into a red rose, shreds of tinted rags fly into the howling wind. She pushes the hospital door open and falls on the floor. Blood flowers bloom around her.
She raises her head and nods at me, “I never get tired of this part.”
All of a sudden, things change in the speed of light, days and nights are passing by. However I stay at the shock state she gave me, do mad people have to do mad things? Stupid Cyano, mad people do mad things, otherwise they’re not maniacs.
Time flies to an afternoon, Sunder is running to the hospital door, the door hasn’t been locked, she disappeared into the woods. Wait. On the steps of the main building there’s a girl holding a red umbrella. I remember her smile, she’s my host body!
The illusion before me is torn apart, “come back, Cyano.”

Back in Uyuni, back in fantasy. We’re just walking in silence, the olivine colour is getting nearer, it’s a grassland. Winter is coming, more yellow and less green. Everything here seems unreal because what I just saw was too cruel. Sunder was a lunatic, in my opinion, she tried to seek things unfamiliar to us. Unfamiliarity, curiosity, uncertainty, that we’re disappointed with this world, only these things will incite our inner fire, to show our special existence in this world. So I want to see more about her, the ones who observed her dancing must want the same as me from her. I have millions of questions in my head, but when I look at her sad eyes I know there’re no questions. It seems like I take a photo of myself and that photo is in my hands, but photo can’t speak, you just know this person inside has pains in his past. Now I can’t remember all of my pains, I myself is a silent photo. All the way back to the Southpole government station, by then, I took a photo of myself.

“Salix, look.” That is an ordinary but outstanding building, its left and right units were painted into the colour of light blue. “Quite obvious, huh? Too obvious.”
I pose a camera with my hands. Salix, please smile, we’re going to have a nice day. Just take a picture Cyano, I’m smiling. Okay done. I pose a camera again. Cyano you’re smiling like a rainbow unicorn. Okay let me calm down. Done. Let’s see. Hum... good. What? You should say perfect. Alright perfect.

Quite a long dream, but I feel refreshed. The next day when I woke up he’s already gone. The second floor is as quiet as always, unusual rain is pouring outside.
“Lazy, come here take a ride.” This cute little kitten is looking outside the panoramic window, he never seen a rain before. Indeed, things need to be washed. “Is it magical? Waters fall from the sky. Come, let’s go visit Solcia.”
Solcia is a middle-aged lady, but she looked older than her actual age. I stand at the doorway looking at her, her door never closes. She’s sitting on the bedside chair writing something on her little book. “Cyano, good morning. What made you visit my lonely cell?” She keeps her work. “Lazy wants to know you. Say hello to Solcia.” This cat is good, he sticks out his head from my arms and gives her a sweet mew. “You are adorable! Come here darling.”
“Cyano, thank you,” she gives me a banana, “it must feel good to look back.” To look back? “You’re my friend, of course I’ll check back with you from time to time.” “No you are not.” Why? “We have different definitions about friend, then.” “Because you are kind, for me, you are a nice boy.” I’m confused. She tears a page from the book she just wrote on, “room 008, remember?” “I’ll do it.”
The faraway mountains are covered in a blurry grey, I don’t know whether it’s raining at that place. Lazy is really curious about the rain, he can’t move his eyes from the window. For this we stayed longer by the window. I’m not afraid of this anymore, because when I touch the glass I think about Rosa. Don’t know how to explain, I grew a unique affinity with glass, anything transparent for light. It keeps the coldness away, let the sunshine in. This world not only has sunshine, those darknesses are hiding everywhere. I face them, I accept them. They remind me of the sunny days. The way way back to that morning when Salix and I were about to arrive the Southpole government station.

Singing Snowberg (雪山在唱歌)为《蓝》系列的第二卷，首发为英文。第一卷为《外婆的玫瑰》。为本人原创作品，版权©所有。