It is a castle we call "Castle of Fantasy." Where is it? Probably floating in the sky, or deep down in the vast land. It is inexorably shut to everybody but keeps emerging in everyone's dream. Sometimes it dwells where it can be easily accessed, sometimes falls on the skyline in the far distance. The bell hanging from the eves plays gently to a light breeze, sending liquid ringing into one's heart.
At nightfall, the Castle of Fantasy starts to gleam. Slowly, it flickers with the twinkling of a canopy of stars, appearing all the more profoundly mysterious. A beam of ivory-white light steels up fleetingly from the top of the castle. Like smoke, it spreads and merges into itself. Entranced, I see fish playing in the water, birds flitting past cloud tips, beasts of all descriptions racing down the prairie, and insects chirping in the field. The light turns heavy, like children growing up quickly.
Suddenly the stillness of the lake water mirrors a cloud dropping out of the picture, like a deep cut into the background of noise and disarray. Flowers are blossoming quietly, smiling charmingly on the light and shade.
A fascinating interplay of light and shadow are reflected up through the lake, and, all of a sudden, winds are driving clouds across, scudding water is glistening in the lake. The rays merge swiftly, turning into a long, awe-inspiring light dragon, winding along, leaving in its wake a breathtaking play. The light grows more dazzling in an instant. An irresistible power is diffusing the air.
A gust of wind wells up, dispersing the mist and haze into the depth. It is but a dream. I wake up. The ringing bell would always stay… so peacefully clear.