The last little painted tree at the top

Digital art made by @xpilar

The last little painted tree at the top

Tick tock........................................................................................

The time drip stopped ... A flash of light illuminated the room and everything turned into absolute silence. The whirlwind stopped and I could see many small points that were slowly fluttering, suspended linearly from my own gaze. Another whirl was activated and a promontory with small trees, much blue and sand appeared in front of my eyes. A white cloud brushed me and I could walk on the hill that received my steps and reproduced them as a crack-crack similar to when a branch breaks, the strange thing is that the sound was not external, was inside me. Instinctively I stopped, I felt that it was not good to sound my steps that way ... what was I stepping on? And not so much that, where was I? I sharpened my gaze and I was in a landscape with an exit to the sea, I felt as if the bushes were looking at me. I try to see where I came from to understand what I was doing here and I don't see anything. It was as if I came from a void that was filled with a bright green. I felt the fear that you feel when you don't feel anything. The sensation that a part of me was floating without wings, moved by a breeze that whispered something unintelligible. I saw the wide sea nearby, but something inside me was anchoring me, like roots. Suddenly, I could decode the whistle of the wind, which was calling me very low:
"Welcome to painting." And then I realized that I was the last little painted tree at the top.