The Notes at the end are just to explain a couple of things, you can read those first if you want to.




"Mother...?" I'd ask, the words rolling off my tongue, and out of my baby pink lips.
"Yes?" she replied. Her thin plucked, brownish black eyebrow quirked as if she knew I was about to ask something odd.
"I was... just wondering, just about things. Just things in general." I brushed my blonde hair out of my face to reveal my eyes, brownish black, and whatever other colours need be in my irises, the muscle, and collagen forming an delicate pattern of intricacy. Comparable to that of a star, or a flower, maybe both webbed together. These things made up my irises.
"Such as?" she looked to me, with that look that every mother should give their only child. Smiling slightly, corners of her lips perked up. It was just a small hint of a smile, but it was there. It was as though my questioning her brought her joy. "What are you wondering right now?" she asked in a cute cheery tone.
"Do you think there is a reason?"
"For what?" she laughed a little, slightly surprised, "It all depends on what." she said.
"What? Well that is just it, mother... I want to know the reason... I want to know all the whats, all the whys, and all the hows." I looked at her with my thin, but also thick eyebrows, thin in the sense that there was not much hair there, and thick in the manner that they were wide. They both raised simultaneously, eyes open, bright and full of ambition.
"Darling... my darling Zylphia... there are, some things that humans are not to know... my love... you'll learn this someday, and that will be the day you become an adult." she looked so sad... so lost when she tried to look for the words she would say next... she seemed to open her mouth and say something, but I did not hear what she had said... she smiled again, and on the outside she looked wonderful, but inside... inside is where, if I could see that deeply, she looked empty, forgotten, and completely lost in the darkness that was humanity...
"Mother...?"
"Hm?" she sounded on the verge of tears, a shakey voice, almost ready to shatter if touched.
"If I do find anything on my journeys... would you like to know?" I looked up at her in the most sincere way i possibly could a soft smile, just as she had given me all the years, gentle eyes looking up at her. She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
"Of course... I'd love to." she sounded now as if she would be destroyed if i went any further... and with that, she left.
"Mother..." I said as if she had left me alone, as though I would never see her again. I missed her, already I felt hollow, that felling you get when you have just lost the most important moment of your life to time.
I thought to myself, she must gone to sleep. Mother would love to know the secrets of the world. Then I shall have to learn to make mother the happiest woman alive. That was now my goal, my ambition, the thing that would help mother climb up to the light, and lose the lost look, and feel to her every time I looked too deeply. If I were to tell her everything that I learned, and all that I could learn she would know where she is... she could be happy; I would find "Mother."
I went to bed shortly after that, smiling at the wonderful aroma of garners, and lychinects in a sweet broth of some sort. I paid it no attention, as I drifted deeper to that place your mind goes when you feel wondrous and not even the most searing fires can hurt you, and I wondered if Hellouise, my lovely ciricim thought in human languages, or her own little meows... "Must be meows..."
When I awoke, everything was white, the sky, the ground on which I lay, and the strange crystaline flowers which lined the narrow walk-way that lead into the white sky. These flowers consisted of six petals, three large, three small. The large looked comparable to mint leaves, these were the top layer. The small looked like a basic pointed tipped flower petal of course on the bottom layer.
I bent down to pick one of these flowers, and as I touched it, it cut me, and then something bizarre happened. The flower began changing colour from where I touched it, and began spanning out in all directions a brilliant red, slowly turning black, or maybe it was just so red it seemed black. After it was completely engulfed it shattered, sending red, maybe scarlet I couldn't decide dust sparkling through the air.
Failing to pick a flower I carried onwards, down the path, the white behind me, fading off into a blur, and the eventually as I watched the white faded to a blur, and as I stood there staring slowly faded into nothing... nothing I thought is a lot like darkness, except... it is shapeless, and yes, darkness has a shape.
"Strange, there is no light source, but light eminates from all directions, it just floods in from everywhere except where I stepped."
I thought I heard some sort of melody as I continued my adventure, but I think it was just my imagination as it stopped momentarily as I was distracted. I dismissed it to the surroundings playing tricks on me. Upon forgetting what I had been doing for what felt the past century I cam to a door, it was huge, a monolithic proportioned relic. It was tulled in the most amazing fashion, and I had to wonder what hand could have carved such a magnificent piece, and out of such a fickle material. I pressed on the door, and it was exponentially lighter than I had anticipated. Beyond it? Was nothing... again the shapeless nothing.
I stepped through anyways and much to my delight I stood, solid, and I noticed some of the light shining through a hole in the ceiling. I thought I may as well walk towards it, nothing else to do here in the nothingness... and I walked, straight forward. Through the pitch black shapeless space. I walked, for what seemed a long time, just as long, if not longer than what I had walked outside, and noticed that the hole in the ceiling was now a hole in the floor...
"Huh..." I said, and there was no echo, I had to wonder how large this room was. I decided it was best not to walk around in it anymore though. Risk getting lost? NO thank you.
Being the brave soul I had recently become I jumped through into the sky, everything flipped upside-down, or maybe it was rightside-up, I couldn't quite tell, the room was a cylinder, with trees, or what looked like trees, these too were made of a crystal like white substance and out of curiosity I touched one, a cut, and the tree absorbed the blood, it appeared that the blood overloaded the tree and it turned colour, although over a longer period of time, then shattered, filling the air with the sparkling dust that was absorbed through my skin and made me feel warmer, and happier.
After the show I walked on, hearing a sound in the distance, like a trickle of water, but it sounded almost musical, just a sound, but it was a lovely sound. It was... the best trickle of water that one would ever hear, and I was drawn to it. It was like an uncontrolable urge to walk toward the... whatever it was, and I soon saw a wall, the sound was flooding out over the top, and the sheer size of it made me lose my sense of distance, well the sense I had gotten since being in this place. The wall appeared round, but as I got closer to it it just spanned out and on forever. I thought it must go right around this world.
Drawing to the wall I looked up and got dizzy, so I decided I would not do that again. and I noticed another door, much smaller this time, but just as intricately desiged, it looked like an eye, a colourless eye, it looked like... my eye actually. I decided I would push this door open with the utmost confidence, and it swung open as I touched it and burst through looking around the huge area. it looked exactly like the place I had started except for one extremely distinguishable feature. The fountain in the center, it was the source of the sounds leaking out of the room, the source of my light, if I were compared to a moth. Now I just hoped this fountain was not a bug zapper, that would be unfortunate to have come so far, and then be killed by the thing you have been searching for. Too often does that happen to the hero I thought.
I trooped on though, may as well see what this is all about, may as well explore everything that I can. Thus I decided to explore the fountain, I walked around, smelling the smell of Mother's cooking, her sweet broth, but it was much, much more potent.
"It smells harmless enough." Again no echoes of any kind.
I took my hands and cupped them, hearing something approaching from the nothingness behind me. I didn't really care, I loved Mother's sweet broths. So I had to drink this, not want, Need. I look at the colour as I touched it, pink, then red, then pink, it just couldn't make up it's mind of what colour it wanted to be. Maybe I couldn't decide what colour it was. Maybe both, you never know. I held it up to my face, and it tuched my lips, instantly warming me to my core, and the aroma intensified. I sipped some of the liquid, and it was... marvelous, it was just like Mother's sweet broth, but more... delightful, and happier. I took another sip and then another.
The something that was approaching was now behind me, and I looked behind me, and I saw it. The teeth, the snout, those eyes, yellow, beaslty, demonic, lost and confused, but filled with intolerable loathing for all things living, but it sat and stared for a while deliberating I imagined whether I was alive, or not. Then after it must have decided after much speculation that I was indeed alive, and that I must be disposed of in a proper fashion it snarled, looked at the fountain, then snarled again, I wondered why it was so angry, this broth would just go bad if left there for too long. Then it jummped on me knocking me into the fountain and I sank into the fluid.
Bothersome...
I swallowed copious amounts of the liquid after passing out and again falling into that place your mind goes when you feel as though nothing could possible hurt you. I felt as though I learned something that day, but I could not figure out what.
"Oh well" I noticed I was awake, and laying in a hospital bed. I wondered why, and I looked around, nobody was there. I pressed the button to call the nurse, and one showed promptly and looked at me with a big grin.
"You finally woke up!" she said much too enthusiastically for my tastes, "You've been asleep for about a month, nothing was wrong, you were just sleeping in your bed when we found you, your bed was unscathed. As were you, but everything else was burned to ash." she said it as if it were a miracle...
"Wh-" I sat there staring, deliberating whether I was surprised, shocked, sad, all those, or none. I decided I would go with none, "Oh." I said flatly, and stared at the nurse with my child like eyes, "And what happened to my mother?"
The nurse gave me a worried look, her enthusiastic expression now gone, "There was nothing, if your mother had been in the house she would have surely been killed. She must have escaped, we found no human remains anywhere. So..." she stopped talking when she saw the tears start rolling down my face.
"I-I see..." I sat there thinking about this for a while, rolling it over in my mind, "she abandoned me, well saved herself." I was glad in some ways, but the thought remained, "What was the reason?" and I sat, looked up at the nurse and she had started crying, I noticed only after that, that I myself had tears consistently running down my face.
"Ummm... what- is your n-ame...?" the nurses voice was broken and sad, "If i may ask, we have no records of you."
"Zylphia..." I said no oomph, no expression, just said it.
"Zylphia, you have a lovely name, is that... your only name?" she seemed puzzled. Was it really so weird for a person to have, but one name?
"Yes, that is my one and only name. It was given to me by Mother."
"What was your mother's name?"
"She never told me, I always just called her mother. That is what she wanted to be called, I never delved any deeper than she wanted." I said in a strangely optimistic tone; although, tears were still streaming my face. I licked one.
"Oh... o-okay." the nurse seemed so sad, was it on my account that she was so filled with misery? "Well have a lovely day, please call if you need anything. You know how to call us already."
"Thank you, and I will." I pondered how I knew that I could call the nurse with this button.
With that the nurse left, and I didn't even ask her name. I looked at my hand and noticed that I now had fur, shiny black, grey, some orange, and I looked like Hellouise. Come to think of it, the nurse appeared to be a dorigin.
"Huh..." I decided I would go back to sleep for a bit. My head was a bit empty now, but vague shapes past by now and then. Faded dark shapes, waves, and fuzzy images.

Notes:
Garners are like a sweet nut that makes a delightful warming sensation in your throat and stomach.

Lynchinects are fruits that when cut properly make a thin spiral, they taste like Asian pears and honey suckle nectar.

Ciricims are just their word for cats.

Dorigin are just dogs.