In the dream you see a small girl looking at the sky.

Where does she looks at, there is nothing there, you remark.

You look closer and imagine what the girl saw with your mind.

 

“She told everyone the story of the wind spirit, she told them it was real.”

A voice whispers.

 

The girl runs straight, jumps and flies into the flame.

Her movements force the wind to blow you out of your cover.

You too are drawn into the circle of fire and inside you can hear something.

 

“You have no other choice but to accept that as fact. It is the truth,”

It says.

 

She smiles at you.

You smile at her back.

Your friend smiles at you too.

This innocent play continues on and on.

 

“That the lie you made is now made even more truthful.”

Someone tells you.

 

But you know the truth.

Only you know the truth of this world.

You know you lied today, not once but many times.

 

“Spirits? I can’t see spirits.” One voice says.

“But you said you could!” Another answers.

“Splendid, miss model student.” Someone praises you.

“A better way? You know it?” You hear a question. 

                “You knew why I came right?” An old man speaks.

“I also knew you interviewed Ellien and Minorta.” A voice mentions.

 

You know that you have been lying to yourself all this time, deceiving nobody.

 

If you can't control events in your life like everyone else,

then at least writing your own story should make you happy.

 

“You do your job diligently, like a good child.” A memory pops.

“Girls at your age are supposed to help out in the household.” Someone states.

“I also think a young lady shouldn’t rebel when a gentleman asks.” It’s a voice.

“All you said were words from the book after all, like a good student.” A whisper.

 

If you can't become who you want,

then at least changing people's perspective on you will suffice.

 

“The lie you made is now made even more truthful.” A voice echoes.

 

If you can't stand this world or the previous one,

then the only path left for you is to change everything,

to substitute reality into your own truth.

 

“They know what happens better than anyone else.

They establish the facts and disapprove of any criticism.

They create secrets not in order to protect those that are spirit mediums,

but rather to create the truth from a lie.” You say.

 

That is what you have decided.

 

“I would say that perhaps spirits exist for them, so to speak, but not for me.”

 

The post-truth world awaits.