The Tale of the Seven

Last night, in the record library, I heard a strange song. It was strange because it told a story—a story about how seven men entered Glory Land. The first man was troubled by the night; it spoke to him. He entered Glory Land and understood how this struggle made him a unique writer. The second man's mind was a turbulent sea; it often travelled beyond borders. He entered Glory Land and realised that this turmoil made him a sought-after counsellor. The third man's emotions fluctuated, especially at night. He entered Glory Land and discovered that this made him a talented music composer. The fourth man could summon the elements of nature, which sometimes disturbed his sleep. He entered Glory Land and understood that this ability kept him youthful and vibrant. The fifth man could hear conversations from neighbouring houses, which were more audible at night. He entered Glory Land and learned that this gift made him indomitable. The sixth man could see writings on the wall; they sometimes emerged and flew like birds. He entered Glory Land and realised that this helped him unlock the door to mysteries. The seventh man could paint scenes in his mind and bring them to life—this was a disturbing skill. He entered Glory Land and understood that this gift helped him save his loved ones. The song soon ended with questions: Do you think any of these men would want to hold onto their strangeness? Do you mind being like any of them?

Published in Medusa's Kitchen