once, when I was a child, I found a path through the wardrobe. it led through thick coats and jackets, until I saw a glowing firefly trail and mossy stones, put in a circle, just in place where the back of the wardrobe should be. it pulled me into a dance with eternal fire, and covered me with unearthly glitter. I gained eyes, deep in my mind. I became a sprout of something new, newer than a just born star.

it would be unwise to tell what I have seen there, in the land of eternal spring, where everything seemed to shine with two moons and even more suns. some things would not be understood and some - would be too dangerous to speak aloud. but...

when I left the land behind the wardrobe, my eyes became pale and glittering, like someone tossed a handful of stars into my pupils. my skin gained a shine of the winter night. people started to want to both run away from me and be as close to me as possible.

I gained a charm and I gained a threat. I could curse them in hundreds of languages the earth never heard of and bless them into sky in another hundred. my speech became honey and thorns, mixed in a way, that made you remember me even on your deathbed. and sometimes, when the night was especially dark and you caught me wandering off into the woods, you could see a silhouette of ethereal wings, circled by light, just on my back - caught by the corner of an eye, never seen when you actually looked.

now you wonder, if I still was a human.

maybe.

only forever would tell.