Hallucinations
Standing in a forest, birds call out to us and the smell of rain fills my nose.
A boy stands tall in front of me with a black wolf beside him.
His brown hair ruffled by a breeze that causes music from distant chimes.
His tanned skin is scarred and dry.
His blue-green eyes are sharp and alert as he stares at me.
The wolf's yellow eyes are on the lookout for danger.
The boy's clothes were made of furs, feathers, and leather.
A necklace of sharp teeth hung around the wolf's neck and red feathers were pierced into its alert ears.
Then the boy's thin, pink lips turn upwards in a small smile.
A quiet voice floats on the breeze towards me, saying, "Come home."
I blink, and the trees, birds, wolf, and boy are gone.
Was this a hallucination or a memory from a life and promise I made long ago?
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