He did it.
He stared ahead, at the ginormous, glinting gates of his ex-company.
Vines and other greens had completely dominated the building; A few windows were seemingly bashed open with creepers and branches exiting and entering freely. The place brought a better sense of comfort than it did before in its plain, glossy glory. Now it has more life.
But the main attraction, as you could say, would be the ginormous tree, much larger than anything seemingly natural, rudely intruding the bottom of the building with its trunk, then exploding into a variety of colorful leaves, flowers, and fruits as it burst out the top. Long aerial roots hung down from the mushroom-shaped top of the tree, creating that fantasy-like feeling.
Adding on to the mysticality, birds of all kinds were perched upon the various branches of the banyan-like tree, remaining peaceful with each other, seeming to show no hostility to one another. Blue jays and cardinals would dance around one another, creating a trusting bond, never minding the difference in the other’s feather colors. Robins and Owls would talk alike, even if one would normally be awake during sunrise while the other awakened at ‘set. Even birds that couldn’t fly or struggled to were somehow perched upon the high up dangling branches as well, like the various peacocks, some showing of their colorful feathers while other let their tails dangle about as it flowed down mesmerizingly, or the flocks of campbell teal ducks, mingling about the peacocks and admiring the beauty of their tails, most of the young’uns just following behind their parents.
Butterflies, dragonflies, and other gorgeous insects and not would flutter around and about, bringing a little-lot of hopeful magic to the scene. None of the animals nor insects seemed to be preying on each other. Everyone seemed as if they were family, relaxed and happy around one another, almost like this was a large family reunion.
The tree again, seemed rather unnatural, all the way from its unknown origin of root, up past the clouds, and over the roof. the bark would twist and turn within itself, intertwining into itself like a complex braid. The bark too seemed to be of different textures as it twirled around on itself; one part seeming like Aspen before weaving around a Silver Birch, then turning right back at it to wind around some Hickory, and twirling around in a dance with Oak before settling in Ash for a moment, only to twist, turn, and twirl itself some more.
Up with the leaves patterns, the mushroom shape was dotted with large portions of the leaves, blossoms, and patterns of many well known trees; A large portion of a Willow Tree dangling down and swaying by the Peacocks and campbells, neem and banana tree parts spanning out and fanning about as if to cool down the king, Magnolia Blossoms tenderly swaying their delicate petals among the breeze, Cherry Blossoms showering the birds and the unknown below with their tinted little flowers.
All these mystical, magical wonders had most definitely caught Rian off guard, his eyes wide open, gaping in awe at the sights before him.
A strong gale, filtered through the ‘Banyan’ to turn itself soft, brushed up against the side of Rian, barely pushing him back. The gale was not as cold as expected. It felt more like a reassuring gesture, calming down Rian’s originally tense, stressed nerves. It did not snap, but slowly yet surely pull Rian out of his daze. His eyes slowly traveled back down to the front gates, now glimmering a warm, yellow-orange of fire, as sunset approached. It was like… a ‘safe’ fire, not a blazing, scorching one that burned down villages whole. Rian’s eyes, like the gates, had a little glimmer in them now. A little spark. It was as if he had completely forgotten why he was there, just stuck in a pleasurable dilemma between reality and fantasy.
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One step…
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Two..
Three…
Slowly, step by step, Rian approached the seemingly golden gates from the flames of sunset, eyes still open in wonder, as he clutched the straps of his bag. Standing in front of the doors, he gently places a hand on the cool, glossy surface of the glass. Standing there, staring at his reflection, he seems as though to be waiting, waiting for something, admiring himself while waiting.
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And so, he carefully pushes the door open.
