Wednesday, 21 December 2016

Butterfly's Dream

   Timeless and mysterious like a beautiful woman, the Island lured and enchanted the imagination of many nations. Her main urban center, dominating the sea from the high slopes of a rocky shore, displayed the elegant and stern style of the Greek cities from Antiquity. The locals, almost all looking young and handsome, lived in massive buildings two or three stories high, made of blue and pink marble blocks, decorated with Doric columns and often wrapped in green ivy tendrils. Streets paved with hexagonal blocks were intersecting each other at right angles, dividing the city in regular segments.

    At well defined intervals, plazas with silver wells and exotic trees filled the space with even more color and diversity. Tall ivory towers, made of an unknown type of stone, guarded the metropolis at its fringes. Yet, more than anything, the gold, available in unbelievable quantities, attracted, like a powerful magnet, people from everywhere. The gold, in various alloys, made up the roof tiles, the doors and windows frames and hinges, the plates and cups, most tools, some weapons, and pretty much everything that needed to use a cheap metal on the Island.

   In spite of having this place being called in one way or another by different cultures who entered and left the center stage of the history, the names faded away under the relentless flow of time. The only name left was the simple, even trivial appellation of “The Island”. You are not going to see the Island on any map, be it old or contemporary. When setting sail across the vast rough seas, people only knew her approximate direction and no one could say exactly how big or how far she was. Still hundreds of kilometers away from her beaches, the ships’ compasses would start spinning quickly, the constellations would appear completely changed, and the Sun would seem to rise and set every day from a different direction.


(excerpt from "Butterfly's Dream", a novel by Marian C. Ghilea)