On the Wings of Hope : Prose

No! He cannot return back home – not now … not yet. His way lies here – under the sun of this world – and on this planet. In this world in search of a better on – in search of worlds. He is eternal space wanderer, roaming through boundless spaces of the Universe. He is a soldier. He is a researcher. He is a fighter. And his path lies here for now. Here.

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Boundless kilometers lying ahead … Far away, as his gaze allowed to see, the same endless sea of jungles was stretching. Woods, which disliked strangers a lot. Well, no … here some sort of gleam appeared far away. His eyes were blinded for a moment. Some enormous plateau … mountains … And once again some sort of sharp pain in the eyes…

Closer … even closer … approximately five dozens of kilometers. He intercepted his breath. City! My God, city! CITY! The planet is manned, its habitable! Brothers by reason, whoever you are, I have found you! – he thirsted to cry out.

This was an incredible feeling – to see – to know! – that you are not lonely in this world. That he is not lonely here even in eight thousand fifty sixth year… Forward! Move one! He must meet with them, inhabitants of this planet! Yes … and now he has got a chance … chance to return back to his time … it’s small … but nevertheless … still …

Something painfully missed a bit in his breast.

Thirty kilometers … twenty five … Once again a flash before his eyes… Rays of light, shining in the face… Consciousness… as if someone’s mind was trying to get into his consciousness. Quiet insinuating voice and – silent contemplation. Eight, ten, twelve seconds… He has taken breath. Strange feeling passed – but some remains of this sensation were nevertheless left…

He was checked … Yes, they tested him. What for? There is no response. Did he pass a trial? Silence.

Anyway, inhabitants of this planet still have not shown themselves and so he quietly continued his flight. Well, once we get there – fly there – we shall know.

Here he is very close – only five kilometers remained. Only now he has seen that what was considered by him as a city didn’t resemble it at all in the true sense of the word. At least it didn’t resemble the city typical for Earth in the third century.

Sparkling domes. There is no sign of either highways or roads. Nothing which could remind him of the terrestrial city. Gardens … Huge areas of gardens … Neither plants, nor mechanized complexes or skyscrapers … nothing like that by which Earth of his time was characterized.

Gardens and parks. Sparkling domes, covering construction of wondrous forms… No sort of parallelepipeds or cylinders of Earth constructions – no, here each and every building was special, original – as if created in beauty. It seemed that times of wooden and stone architecture of his ancestors returned to this planet – have returned in even more enriched form.

Windings, curves, transforms… Buildings – phoenixes. Buildings – freakish spirals sparkling with all colors of rainbows. Buildings – opening buds of flowers. Buildings – giant trees. Nowhere to be seen there were rough geometrical forms, but the beauty of natural forms, decorated with human imagination.

Whether a human? Whether they live on this planet?

Uncertainty. He still didn’t see any inhabitant of a planet, but has been already noticed by many of them. Now many of their sights were attentively focused on him – dozens, and maybe even hundreds. Attentive watching and goodwill. Here it is raising and extending, spreading all around…

He was welcomed – but still didn’t see them. Where, where are they? Where are inhabitants of this world who possess such unusual abilities?

Scientists of his age have already invented devices, allowing to detect mental emanations… but they worked totally unstable and often glitched – there was no talk of reading one’s thoughts. And here – here people (people?) were living without them? Or does he simply not see them?

Ten kilometers … eight … seven … Here they are!

People? Yes, they are very similar to people, so much. But not to the people of third millennium – no, to the Higher people. Pure and as though radiating light faces. As though? Surprisingly, but he has been already starting to feel these rays – ones of which science of their age just guessed and was constructing shy assumptions – beams of human essence, as he would call them. Here these rays were bright and curative – and he, being in this worlds, has started sensating them. What sort of transformation has occurred to him that he has begun feeling them without all unnecessary mechanics, but with all his being instead? Probably, he will even learn this in due time …