Glitters, salty glitters all around, strewn like diamonds on a deserted pavement. Heaven's cherubim alighting from the tender cradle and transforming into the magnificent white disc. The maiden spreading out her wing's of glory, metamorphosing dim darkness into an evening of sunlit perfection, of blinding splendor.
Waves splashing with a suave demeanor, sweeping past the golden grains. An infinite spread of water, pushing the horizon to oblivion, amidst which is formed a corridor of angelic gleam. A patch of pure white, nauseating the mind, with the waves playing chorus in the background, paving way for some grand act.
A faint outline visible in the distance, the outline advancing stealthily, gaining size with every passing second. The curtain of mist raised from the eyes, a strong gush of wind advances and flies away with a piece of the brain, flies away with all thoughts earthly, flies away with a cradle of filth and out emerges a chunk of Tom Sawyer-ish imagination.
Out there stands a mammoth ship laden with pirate flags flying high, hideous men armed with swords and wrapped in bandannas staring straight ahead.
The corridor of white gleaming brighter than ever, heralding the approach of a Messiah, and out emerges a magnanimous chariot driven by a dozen black stallions, and riding in it is the man with golden armour, the mighty Alexander.
The sails of the evil infested ship fluttering wildly, the manes of the warhorses brushing against the wind. They approach each other and there breaks out an epic clash. Men tossing into the depths of the ocean, blood being spilt, horses being slaughtered, masts being broken, bodies being laid. The golden helmet radiating, soldiers bathing in the white, the balance shifting ever so wildly.
A blinding light from nowhere, a patch of serene blue filling the scene, the sound of thunder looming large, a Greek God appearing in the sky, Achilles embracing the night sky, filling every inch of it, a mystical plethora of colours radiating from his eyes, drowning upon the ocean, seeping into the waters, and .........
Boom......bits of the ship flying in every direction, a grand fire breaking out in the horizon, pirates being sucked into the fire, ashes strewn.........
Thud.......a sharp pain in the back, sunlight filtering in from somewhere, droopy eyes, troubled countenance and a faint whisper audible, the whisper wiping out all contradictions, adding meaning to the hysterical slumber, the whisper resounding 'Let There Be Light'.And Then.....
