The Crimson Place

In my dreams I have discovered a crimson place. At first, when he chose me, its image made me uneasy, but I admit that he was attracting me. Slowly, I made my way to it. The trees formed a dense roof of green and blue and folded behind my steps, thus closing my return. As I moved towards the center, time went back faster and faster. So when I got to the center I had become a helpless little boy. The crimson grass was growing and swayed when the soft orange wind was present, and the thoughts, turned into great multi-colored birds, flew over the transparent pearls that the trees dropped and then they were ascending towards…