My sunshine melts as strands unravel,

A search inside my mangled shell,

To recall those buried shadows.

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I make the quotes separated in lines on purpose, break grammar! Someone asked me that so don't get me trouble there. I like to explain or to make it easier for people to understand each line.

It is not until our sun dissapears, that we find ourselves broken. Those scars that let us see inside of us. They make us remember and search for everything we have done or didn't.

We are full of memories, good or bad. But we need retrospective studies to look for those exposures and risks. To figure out the reason why we changed, or others were changed by us.

It's something that determines what we regret, our most hated mistakes or negligences. They say we have to learn how to let go of the past. That's not real, you need to accept it and learn. Your past defines the current you, letting go of it is forgeting who you are. Even if it's worse, you went through it, you survided whatever happened. Take that and become stronger. Understand yourself and advance.

At the end of the song, the body of the dancing wolves and ridding hoods remained in an innocent embrace. The released endorphins after the dance prompted an emotional release. It was accompanied by uncomplicated happiness and cathartic crying. Over time, they finally let go of the pent up emotions. It is not unknown that hearing, and even just moving along to music, boosts happiness and improves creative thinking.

The current scene was breathtaking, as he and the stupid monkey were seated next to each other. Using the crystal filaments of the recently constructed ladder as support, they gazed over the other walls made by the brown wolves and the red ridding hoods that copied their positions. It was strange as if each wolf was a mirror of himself doing the same things as he did.

The sun started to rise slowly as leaves and birds whistled across the air. An aroma of spring and freshwater filled the environment. The light above became brighter, it felt as if watching a natural park from a panoramic window.

“It’s beautiful right?” The girl at his side expressed softly.

“It is.” He answered but didn’t look at her, his eyes were on the outside. He gazed at the beauty of nature as if to feel the meaning behind life. Locking onto various animals that were sharing the lands with their families. Seeing the flow of the rivers and the refreshing breeze, something that made him feel renewed.

“What are you thinking?” Asked the little monkey.

“What is life?” He answered with a question.

“I don’t know exactly, but isn’t it like… Being able to do what you want?” She responded to the boy.

“Why do those birds have a family? Why do they live?” He asked again.

“Because they care for each other?” She asked in response.

“Are we alive because we care for life?” He interrogated the girl.

“We live because we protect ourselves from the outside. However, we may also need help from there.” The girl murmured slowly.

“Being alive is painful…” Answered the wolf transformed boy.

“Why did your mom try so hard if it’s painful?” The girl asked as her voice turned dimmer.

“Because she-“ He muttered towards the girl but couldn’t finish.

“You don’t know, right?” The girl asked before he finished his sentence.

“I don’t. I think I knew, but it all changed… I don’t know now… I feel lost.” He expressed whilst lowering his face and looking towards the dark earth below.

“Follow me!” The little girl grabbed one of the crystal threads rolled it around her abdomen and jumped. Her body whirled in the air before it stopped about thirty centimeters away from the ground. She freed herself from the wrappings and shouted: “Come on little wolf!”

The feeling of fear invaded himself as he tried to wrap the transparent strands. It was now that he remembered that he didn’t like high places. As a pretty normal child, but in addition to that, his mind was a mess currently. He jumped with fear on his mind, he watched as the multitude of shadows vanished. The dark earth at the bottom transformed, as a gigantic mouth with black teeth in its jaws swallowed him.

“Ahhhhhhhhh” Shouts filled with anxiousness sounded everywhere. The falling body continued to speed in what seemed a never-ending tunnel. He couldn’t stop falling inside such a place.

At that moment he decided to close his eyes trying to evade the current emotion. Memories flooded his mind as he felt the speed decrease. At some point in time, the force of falling stopped totally. It transformed into a soft sensation that enveloped him. The boy opened his eyes slowly and saw a sky above that looked a bit pixelated. The thing that caught him was cushion styled, white in color, and appears to be some kind of plant.

He gazed again and remembered something his mother told him once, a cotton flower. His falling body was received by a huge cotton flower that enveloped him. It didn’t resemble a standard cotton flower. Still, the design appeared to be based on them.

Feeling the current sensation, he moved his head around. After doing a more detailed vision exploration, he was astonished by the current surroundings. Everything seemed to be a huge grassland, yet he was the size of a little bug.

‘Where am I, what is this place?’ He thought while feeling the soft sensation under his feet. He watched the strange paradise surrounding him as his sight locked on the ground below the cotton flower. A strange sensation could be felt when he moved, something was stuck at his abdomen.

‘What is this, a seatbelt?’ He looked at a strange rope that trapped him inside the cotton flower. He moved his hands but what caught his vision weren’t the wolf arms, instead, they were fluffier with a soft texture. Threads of cotton material seemed to be sewn forming his body. ‘What have I become now? Aren’t these stitches?’

With the observation of his current features, he realized that he was akin to a plushy. However, he couldn’t recognize his true appearance since he needed some sort of reflection. What he could assert were his hands and feet, which resembled simple ragdoll’s extremities. Still, they gave a feeling as his white wolf looks before, just in a sewn style. He grabbed at the strand of cotton that surrounded him and pulled. ‘Hmm, this thing seems to be attached to this flower, but I can somehow pull it out of me. Would this mean this flower is connected to what is called life?’

The findings of such an experiment showed that the strand of wool or cotton was a part of himself and the flower. He couldn’t pull the thread no matter how hard he tried. With that in mind, he decided to descend from the flower and explore. Good thing that it wasn’t that high up and he had a ‘useful’ rope.

Wrapping the white rope around his belly, he made a knot. Then as if already knowing how to climb down, he jumped against the stem. The plant only had one flower and was more similar to a dandelion than a cotton plant. The way down was easy and without trouble for a kid that seemed experienced at this.

The surrounding environment became an extremely small world now. Strangely, there was green grass at his feet. It was made of similar material to his current body. There were no insects visible, and the earth appeared to be sewn as well. You could only detect the change in colors or the unevenness of the terrain. The flower or trees above the threaded land were bigger than his current self, only a little grass felt smaller.

By walking in the strange world, he found that the longer he walked the more thread he ‘lost’. The thread he was made of was left behind, it made a long line behind himself. It was something he expected but determined when he found a big hole in his abdomen. It didn’t bleed but it was visible that he didn’t have cotton inside, just threads of the same strange material. The huge difference was that the inside of it was black.

The white color line behind the strange creature started to pull those black threads and turn black in the woolen floor. He remembered how he was a shadow before in that dream. Was this a part of himself he was losing while reaching for an unknown destination? He didn’t know what to do, but his mind seemed to be affected by the untangling of his innards. He felt it, but he had to persevere forward.

The current thoughts were losing clarity, but he could feel the environment better and somehow feel the warmth of the sunshine upon him. The threads continued opening and digging a see-through hole in his body. For some reason, he started to jump with a freeing feeling he never felt before. It was like returning to innocence and seeing the colors around him in an oversaturated glint.

He hopped like a little bunny searching for something he knew but didn’t remember. It was until the point of unraveling his whole self; a strange sensation, as the only remaining parts were his right arm and his head. The stitched smile became somewhat exaggerated as if unbalanced happiness took him over.

The arm continued to grab the ground as he continued to advance. The final destination, a circular path towards the same cotton flower. Returning to the origins of oneself, unraveling himself to reread who he was. Even if he didn’t know it, his subconscious made him press forward slowly. The two buttons he had for eyes fell as the last whole ragdoll was untangled. The end of the rope had something attached, something we don’t know, but he knew.

The end of the thread of life, may I ask you my dear strand… What are you holding there for me? What is the purpose to continue being attached to this L.I.F.E?