The cool wind of an early morning
flapped his brown hair and they lashed against his face. With his green eyes
set into the vast grey of the world, he greeted the first glimpses of the yellow
sun, which was rising on his right. The long beam of light helped him out of
the stupor, as he looked around with great perplexity. All possible shades
colored the cloudless sky. On his left it was still dark blue almost black, but
the closer it got to the sun, the lighter it turned. On the right it was
crystal blue with some white spots, however near the sun itself the sky burned
with red, yellow and violet. With every second the colors multiplied and
occupied more space. From where he was it looked like an uncontrollable fire
was trying to absorb the sky.
He was standing on the edge of the
highest building in the city he knew nothing about. Tall buildings fascinated
and at the same time scared him. They had massive foundations, which converged
to the top. Long narrow corridors sprang from the structures of the buildings,
creating a unified complex entity. Even though he could clearly identify each
separate building, he could never say that they were not one, as the tight
connection between them was evident. He had no idea of how he got there or even
what his name was, but the sense of urgency and desperate need for
understanding could not leave his troubled mind. From the only flat rooftop he
could see for miles around him feeling the significance of the upcoming events,
but it seemed that everything rested on the scale of him being able to remember
what he was supposed to do.
The intertwined corridors did not
interfere with his ability to see what was going on at the very bottom of the
buildings. It would seem strange to see people at such an hour rushing down the
streets, but not to see them at all would be even more bizarre. But there he
was, all alone not only at the top, but also everywhere his eyes could lay
sight on. He was a rather handsome man in his late twenties, he seemed dark and
mysterious wearing his hair in a bob and dressed in a military-looking clothes.
His black leather coat was a good cover from the cold, but nothing could save
him from the strong wind, which was blowing in his back. With his every thought
it got only worse, as the wind was either trying to push him over and laugh at
his inability to make a decision and a move, or was urging him to take a chance
and start on the Yellow Brick Road. It seemed that the sun was acting in
collusion with the wind, as the increasing numbers of beams blinded an already
perplexed young man and put him into even bigger out-of-balanced state.
He knew he could not stand there
forever, but either because of the stupor, which still had hold of him, or
because of the myriad doubts, which incessantly attacked his not yet firmly
established mind, his first move was clumsy and stiff. He stepped back getting
farther from the edge, but that first step turned out to be not what he had intended.
He found himself on his back, and with a willful sigh trying desperately to
regain control over his body and his mind, he somehow managed to get up. His
next steps, though still stiff and awkward, were more graceful and he finally got
of the windy rooftop into the welcoming warm of the rooms inside of the
building.
