Winter Lotus
“How I wish I would meet my end in this bed of everlasting white,” I whisper as the snowflakes cover my numbing body, slowly losing consciousness.
“Weren’t you searching for someone?
“It seems as though you have given up on the one you love or should I say you relinquished yourself.”
“Heh, I guess my regrets have come to haunt me in my final moments.”
“Do you still believe so,” asks the previously unknown presence, now embodying the form of a young woman with light sky-blue eyes, resembling the reflection of the firmament once its color has reached the stainless snow. However, this isn’t the only visible feature that makes her seem alien, yet familiar. Her hair, which possesses the same light azure as her eyes, fades into an even lighter blue, the longer it becomes. And the fine, gentle fabric of her dress flutters in the air like the wings of a morpho butterfly.
Something about her reminds me of the cold and fleeting existence of Winter itself, but at the same time, she mirrors the image of a blooming Lotus.
“What are you?”
“I am the snow crystals which caress your skin. I am the coat, encompassing creatures in my untainted veil of protection. My waters are the claws that pierce and paralyze your very soul. I am the lullaby evoking your winter slumber. Therefore, I possess the ability to sustain life, nevertheless, take it as well.
“I was born from the snowfall in the early spring. You may address me as Lotus.”
“Why does the Winter Spirit show its true form to me?” I ask, gradually feeling my body once again and with it the nearly unbearable pain, drilling into my skin.
“Had I not shown up when I did, you would have given yourself completely to Winter and there would have been no turning back.”
“What do you mean by that?” Giving myself to Winter?
“There is a cycle of Winter and every creature that fades by cause of Winter becomes a part of it or rather, becomes a part of me. It is a natural occurrence.”
“If this cycle you speak of is something normal, why did you want to prevent me from entering it?”
“A force inside me wishes to save you. I do not quite understand it myself, but I believe it has to do with her, she who intertwined with my existence a short while ago.”
“When someone’s being merges with yours and enters the cycle, does that mean that very person dies in this realm?”
“Yes, I believe you humans describe it as such.”
I now understand why this entity seems so dear and despite her cold words is capable of reaching the warmest part of me, my core. How could I allow myself to forget?
This feeling... is it loss?
Lotus’s desire to approach me in order to preserve my life was the love of her to watch over me, she whom I came here to find... yes, I did find her, her lifeless body that is. She and the dwelling waterlilies were taken by the excruciating frost.
Regardless, I now know that death does not exist. In truth, we, our souls are eternal. The only thing that changes is our appearance, our form, just as a caterpillar morphs into a graceful butterfly and Winter is in actuality a luminous young woman.
She and her feelings will always be a piece of Lotus and I will join her once my shell is about to crumble.
“It is time for me to go” I rise unsteadily upon my feet. “She would have wanted it this way”
“Wait. I can nevermore reside in this sphere, governed by Darwinism, for I have changed. Though, this place I once oversaw continues to be indifferent. There is no place for a Spirit which is incapable of being neutral. I shall remain in your company if that is alright.”
And so, Lotus and I abandoned Winter, the Winter you wait for each year, but never seems to grace you with its presence.
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