He wondered who these mysterious figures were. It was a quiet and chilly night. The midnight oil had lubricated the gears of his mind to work. There was no room for slumber. The ceiling above him was a canvas on which he splashed colourless paintings of his thoughts. Laying comfortably on his bed, the warmth of his blankets enclosing him; a different shade of black flashed in front of him.
It moved quickly. Its front shaped like a ball, its end elongated into a tail. It looked like the silhouette of meteoroid sprawling across the universe. In circles, it danced in front of him. Flat on his canvas, it danced with his thoughts. He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t afraid. He was enthralled. What was this shadow doing here? What was it?
A breeze whistled by his ear. He looked over to his left, to the windows to see if perhaps he had forgotten to close them. Yet to his surprise, in the curtains, there was another yet much richer shade of black. This one was long and lanky, swaying left to right with the curtains. Slowly it began to move. Swaying left and right, slowing it moved up the curtain and onto his canvas above.
The two shadows moved together. They did not touch each other and kept a decent distance from each other. He was still not afraid. He only looked wondering who and what these shadows are. They moved so gingerly. Like a tantric dance with the intention of waking up spirits, they gracefully kept moving to each other’s rhythm. Another breeze hit him. This time from his right. He looked over to see whether someone was coming through the door. Instead what he saw, give him the fright of his life.
A bright white illuminance came from the being. The being’s head was rich with thick brown nappy hair. The air of command saturated the being’s presence. Powerful thuds echoed with each step the being took. Steps that were directed to him. He quickly shot up. He slipped and fell of the edge of his bed. He quickly stood. He retreated into the corner that housed his guitar. He panicked. He grabbed the guitar holding the stem firmly. He tensed his grip. He was ready for battle.
The being kept walking towards him. Mighty powerful yet small strides were its steps. It had not opened its eyes. Its massive head bowed like a monk would praying in front of a Buddha. Then suddenly, a powerful wind blow from its over-imposing presence. The wind blew fiercely that the room rumbled in great vibrations. It raised its head and slowly opened its large clear eyes. It looked straight at him- with eyes of power.
He felt the surge of power enter into him. Instantly, the power of the being’s glare rendered him weak. His weapon fell to the floor, hitting a G-note as it landed. The knees, the knees failed him as he helplessly collapsed under his own weight. The eyes wandered into his skull. The shadows on the ceiling swiftly flew to his rescue and caught him before he could hit the ground. Suspended on air, the shadows gently glided him to the centre of his room. A few centimeters above his bed, they positioned him. His room looked like a medical theater with two other shadows emerging from the ground with tools ready in their shapeless fingers.
The stage was set. The Being was ready to operate.