Sario

The creek trickled down the gently sloping hill. Wild, white, pure waterfalls rumbled in the distance, emptying out into a calm, serene lake. A mild zephyr blew, soaring high into the sky. It twisted and turned, like a dragon dancing in water, before rippling the luminescent fur of a creature.

Sario’s mane blew into the wind, ruffled by the constant battering of spring breezes.
His eyes were closed, centered around the present. Setting roots into the earth, he was secure, safe. A calm intake of air… a soothing release of stress.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Listen to the avians, chorusing the melody of dawn.
Breath in, breath out.
Focus on the now, let your mind adrift.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Let go… let go… unfurl… let loose.

Slowly, Sario gathered all his anxiety in a small, loose ball. It shook with anger, jealousy, hatred, fear; it was tinged with faint reds, swirling maroons, deep forest green bubbling outwards.
Breath in, breath out.
It’s going to be okay, it’s going to be fine.

Sario cupped it in his hands. It trembled in nervousness, depression, sadness. “You’re going to alright,” he whispered into the breeze. A final sigh, all those worries set free. They drifted into the wind, not as injured morals, but as beautiful winged butterflies. Scattered into the sky, they flew for a new life… new hope… new light.

Besides him, a golden orange lux spectre hovered. It’s deep purple eyes stared into his eyes. They asked one question, a compassionate, kind one. Sario smiled with a knowing smile. “I’m fine, no need to worry about me!” He got up and turned to exit his meditation spot. Beckoning for his spectre to follow, he headed in the direction of the rising sun.

Another day, another chance for souls to start over. And he would be the first to help them with that.