truth

Sylvia seems to enter a vortex of light, her cries for help unheard by anyone. The blinding light fades as she arrives at her destination. It doesn’t seem better to Sylvia however, because now she is surrounded by an endless sky of blue. She stands up, realizes that she could, and falls back down. She felt the smooth glasslike surface of the floor with her trembling hands and wondered if this really is a dream.

Her hands suddenly grips into a hard fist. I-I won’t let this get the best of me, she thought. I have got to find a way out! As she stresses the word "out," she immediately stands on her feet and starts walking. She doesn’t know where, but she feels she has to do something.

As she walks, it seems like she wasn’t going anywhere at all. Everything around her stays an endless sky blue, and she feels her sanity slipping away. It is hard for Sylvia to think this is not a dream; the past event of getting sucked into the light emanated from a gift given by her friend is still clearly etched in her mind.

"It is no use dear girl."

Sylvia stops with great immediacy and shoots her head up to the direction of the voice. She smiles a strange smile, happy to know she is not alone, and asks, "Hi, person who is in this strange place. What is your name?" Sylvia immediately clasps her mouth with her hands, her strange smile disappearing as she realizes how mentally unstable she sounded that second. She says nothing more, however, because she really wanted to know the answer to her question.

"If you are asking for friendship, do not seek it from me. If you are however, merely asking for my name, it is Thomas."

Being awfully vague about yourself, aren’t you? Sylvia says to herself. "Well, Thomas," Sylvia says to the voice. "This might be strange question to ask, but what is this world?"

"In this world, reality doesn’t exist. There is one way in, and no way to get out."

"Okaaay. So how did I get in this world? Why?"

"You know the answer to the first question. You came to this world because this is your ancestor’s home dimension."

"Um, can you give me a tiny bit more details?" Sylvia asks. "Thomas?" she adds, almost forgetting to mention his name.

As Sylvia spoke those words, a ball of light appeared in front of her. Sylvia’s jaw drops to the floor when she realizes her father is standing in front of her. He looks almost exactly like the photo on his grave stone. However, in the photo, he did not have angel wings. Without thinking, Sylvia ran to hug her father, her tears staining his ash blue suit.

"So you recognize me."

Sylvia nods between her sobs. She soaks in the feel of his warmth and the sound of his heartbeat when suddenly she feels two strong hands grabbing her shoulders and lifting her away.

"How can you be so loving? You’ve never met me before."

Sylvia hesitates at this statement. "I guess I have this feeling I’ve known you for the longest time by heart," she answers carefully. "This is the first time I’ve seen you in person."

The forty-year-old man puts his hands on his chin and mutters, "Yet another fact to know about this world."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Now," Thomas says, clapping his hands, "it is time for you to know the entire truth."

He then snaps his fingers and the glass floor seems to silently shatter. Thomas expands his mighty wings and grabs Sylvia by the arms to take flight in a vortex of swirling colors under them. Sylvia is so happy to see other colors than blue, she cries.