Yuning "Anona" Yang

2022/01/16

I am your worst fear.
I am the devil wandering in your dream.
When you are running in the ancient tower and flying down from its top, I am following you as your silhouette.
When wings grow out from your back, I stand on your shoulder to see your lands.
It is a vast and wild land. A kingdom that has no king.
You have inexhaustible strength. Your wings are strong. You are the lonely guard of this kingdom, who inspect its safety with your flight.
Birds chant anthem along your way, beasts bend their heads down upon your arrival. Every living creature surrender to you.
But not me.
The faint panic swirls in your mind, directing you to notice my existence.
It keeps you patrolling, not acknowledging you the mission’s impossibility.

I am your worst fear.
I am the audience of you losing track of time, space, and yourself.
You have no memory of how you have entered this kingdom.
You sleep and rest in the grey tower you wake up in. It is your home, your greatest anchor in this kingdom.
That day when you get back from the patrol, the tower falls apart in the tornado.
Your anxiety bursts out as rain pouring down to the ground. In the middle of the crevice broke up by thunder, pure white light shines onto the kingdom sweeps through your eyes.
You faint, falling down and disappearing into nowhere.
I stay, waiting for your next arrival.

I am your worst fear.
I am your nightmare, haunting you in every darkest night.