i woke up  in a world way different than mine. unfamiliarity was plastered all over my skin and my surroundings. i forget who i am on an instant as i look up at the dimmed sky.

their feet touched the ground gracefully, a god falling down from the heavens, a genie in a bottle. the stars from the heavens break as they walk towards me with open arms.

who am i? the words slip out of my mouth without thinking, but they payed no mind.

they welcome me to the world of pure, the world of white. stories of wishes, miracles, power, flood my ears. they tell me that, at the blink of an eye, i can grant all my wishes in this world on a whim.

i remember. memories come, slowly, leaking and seeping into my head similar to a game of telephone. i remember. i remember how i was tormented, i remember how i was made fun of. i remember hurt, agony, hatred.

words slipped out of my mouth again. i wanted validation. honor. affection. i wanted to help, guide, i wanted to be god.

and on a whim, i felt a growing of a pair of wings much similar to them, who stood in front of me. crows flew from the sky all around me, and perched on my head and shoulders. my eyes finally opened to see this land of white as i started traversing.

as i wandered, nobody was found along the trail. abandoned houses and cities scattered the lands almost as if it was like a dream. the only sounds came from the gravel underneath my feet, and occasional crow language.

as the sky grew dimmer and the air grew colder, i needed to find a place to rest for the night. i felt my toes buried in snow with each step, my ankles, my legs, until i found a small cabin that invited me to reside.

i entered swiftly and tidied the place to my liking, before flopping on the bed. i stressed my entire body so much that my legs grow numb. it grows up to my hips, to my chest, to my shoulders and hands, and to my head. i close my eyes, hoping it would all be better when i wake.

how much time has it been since i have first arrived? the path leading to my small cottage i walk towards as i carry a small basket of branches and twigs.

crows are still hunched on my back. my back grows tired, my legs grow weak, my arms are thin. and from the corner of my eye, i spot something.

a living, moving thing.

another one. they were shaped like someone i used to be, and on their shoes were the blood of a crow. their arms and legs were covered in scratches.

i tried to force words out of my mouth, yet no words came out. i stared at someone who resembled who i used to be.

they opened their mouth, and i only heard 3 words from them.

"are you me?"

time passes. i forget who i am. i feel as if im dead, and my veins are departing from my body and spiraling and spinning into patterns i would use to recognize. i fly gracefully with what's left of me.

my feet touch the ground gracefully, a god falling down from the heavens, a genie in a bottle. the stars from the heavens break as i walk towards you with open arms.