Book2:KigdomIteDreams (第2/246页)

aslikeatool,adaptatpyingontheimagination,withnospecificgnifice.Butitveothedepthofthesoundtinuesonimagining,justliketheyoungmanboungthebasketball.ThatwasDimitri’sfavoritepastimeandthesignificeofhisexistence.

    Thatenormouspeaflickeringinandoutofhissciousness,noearing,nowvanishiicedDimitri’scuriosity.Heuzzledastowhythatpeapersistedinintrudingitselfonhismindandthenvanishingwithoutatrace.Perhapsitwaoleadhimintenewsario.Whyyes!Perhapsthatwasmaterialforweavinganotherdream!So,hequicklystubbedoutthecigaretteinhishand.Whilethesmokewasstillpermeatingtheroom,Dimitrihadalreadyarrivedinhisdreamnd.Inhisdream,Dimitrituroamagnifitbutterfly,brilliantlystrippedandspotted,danglightlyalyispringbreeze.Beforehimwasnolongerasinglepea,butmyriadsofthem,faseaofdangflowers,withslimfiguresroamingfreelyintheirmidst.Thesewerenakedfemaleforms,somegatheredincasualgroupstalkingandughing,whileotherswereontheswings,rogthemselvestoandfrotowhileawaythezyspringday.

    Attheotherendofthegardenwasaesepacelikebuilding,withglitteringencaustictilesandbrightredpilrs,especiallyeye-catguhesunlight.Thesplendoroftheluxuriousbuildingfullymaedtheopulehemysteriouskingdom.Themagnifitbutterfly,ridingontheslightspringbreeze,fleilyamidthebloomingflowers.“Ah!”thoughthe,“IambackagaininthisbeautifulKingdom.Inthemundaneworld,Iambutablindmansequesteredinatinyroom,butinmydreamsIamamagnifitbutterfly,danginthisvastarrayofdazzlingspringcolors.”So,thebutterflyflutteredfreelyonitsembzonedwings,revelinginthebeautiesofnature.Stickyshredsofsilkeenaciouslyattachedtoitswings,incapacitatingthem,alerteditthatsomethingwasamiss.As,hehadientlybeencaughtinatrap,andaferociousbckspiderwasmakingitsway,closerandcloser,alongtheweb.Dimitrisighed,

    “Howunfortunate!MyfirstdaybatheKingdomandIbeefoodforthespider.”Justthen,delicatefingerslightlypickeditupbythewingsandcarefullypluckedawaytheremnantshredsofwebfromitsbody.Itwasthecharming,starry-eyedAsiay,Yoko.Herever-presentsmilemadethedimplesinhercheekmoreentingthanever.Afteringawayallremnantsofthespiderweb,sheletthebutterflygofree,saying,

    “Ah!Youbelongtothespringandtotheflo!Gowhereyoubelong.”Shewatchedasthemagnifitbutterfly,whichhadjustexperiencedsuarroefromdeath,flyintothedepthoftheflowersinthegarden.

    Themagnifitbutterfly,soresplelystrippedandspotted,tiozigzagitswayleisurelythroughthespaciousgardenuntilitcametoahalfopenedwindow.Itflewinsidealedoalofanenormouspinkpea,notforthehoosuckthefragrantflower,butbecausetiredafteritslongflight,itfelttheneedofatemporaryrespite.Itsdelicatewingscouldnolohstaigueoflengthyvoyage.Thepeaasilvervase,inidwithemeraldgreericatelysculpturedtogiveamostfasatinglylife-likeportraitofabeautifulgirlinae.Herfeatureswereclearlydisableandherclothing,elegantandsophisticated.Sheseemedtohavejustawakenedfrslumberoneearlymandwaswalkinginthegarden,stillimmersedindreamyindolenguorahargy,almosthypnotictotheviewer.

    Atthemoment,theflowervasethewindowsillofabeautifulrgekit,wherenospeckofdustcouldbeseen,andthehardwoodfloorshoneshtahatitmirrored