The Spark of the Dream ~ L' Innesco del Sogno

 The ticking of the digital clock on the desk was a constant note, an almost hypnotic hum that marked a time that never quite felt his own. The air in the small study was still, thick with the scent of printed paper and cold coffee. Outside, the world continued its frantic rush, an indistinct chorus of honking and voices barely filtering through the windows. Marco, the Self in question, felt that same frenzy, but inside him, it was an emptiness, an echo.

His eyes slid from the page of the book – an essay on the fragmentation of identity in the post-modern era – to the window, where the grey sky promised impending rain. Every day, the same routine, the same thoughts chasing each other in circles. "Is this me?" he wondered, but the question was faded, almost rhetorical. There was no answer he could grasp, only a sense of drift that accompanied him like a faithful shadow.

It was a wave. Not a sound, not a vision, but a sensation. A surge of familiar unfamiliarity, like a forgotten scent emerging from an old trunk. He detached himself from the chair, almost unwillingly, and approached the window. The reflection on the glass wasn't entirely his. Or rather, it was his, but distorted, as if the image were trembling under an invisible film of water. The city beyond the glass liquefied, its outlines softened, its colors merging into a dreamlike palette.

A shiver ran down his spine, not from cold, but from an unexpected, almost forbidden excitement. The ticking of the clock grew distant, the voices from the street faded. The real world was receding, making way for a stage that, though unknown, felt strangely his own. The edges of reality became fluid, porous. The air grew denser, brighter, and a silent, primal call invited him to cross that invisible threshold. Marco closed his eyes, feeling the weight of daily life slip away, and when he reopened them, the grey of his room had vanished. The journey had begun.

 Per l’ elaborazione di parti del contenuto è stato utilizzato l’ ausilio dell’AI Gemini.

Luca.