FLASH GORDON FICTION
791 WORDS
Under the opalescent glow of the moon, Jenna found solace in her garden, an Edenic retreat where the silence of the night draped over her like a comforting shawl. It was here, nestled among the whispering leaves of ancient oaks and the intoxicating, soft, earthy aroma of jasmine, that she first learned to release her consciousness from the tether of her physical form.
Her garden was a living mosaic, bathed in lunar silver—a symphony of shadows and whispers. It boasted beds of midnight blue salvias that seemed to absorb the moonlight, their dark petals a stark contrast to the luminous white lilies, which unfurled their blooms in the cool night air like secrets being told. The air was alive with the symphony of rustling foliage and the occasional night creature stirring in the underbrush, a testament to the thriving life that the daylight hours never revealed.
As the clock tower in the distance solemnly struck midnight, Jenna closed her eyes and breathed deeply, her mind unfolding like the petals of the night-blooming cereus adorning her garden’s secret corners. These elusive flowers, which embraced the darkness to share their beauty, mirrored her journey inward. With each exhale, she felt her essence becoming lighter, her spirit gently prying itself free from the confines of her body. Then, with the ease of thought, as natural and effortless as the nocturnal blossoms greeting the night, she ascended.
As Jenna entered the astral plane, the world below her receded, a tapestry of shadow and silver light. Here, the stars sang in harmonies too pure for mortal ears, and the fabric of reality was a canvas stretched across the infinite, awaiting the touch of her intangible hand.
She drifted over mountains, cradling sleepy towns, through forests where the trees shared secrets in rustling sighs, and above seas that mirrored the cosmos. In this realm, time was a river that flowed in all directions and space a mere whisper of possibility.
Jenna encountered beings of light, entities who had shed the veneer of form and substance. They spoke in vibrations, resonating truths that she felt rather than heard. From them, Jenna learned lessons of impermanence and the interconnectivity of all existence. They taught her that every life was a thread in the universal tapestry, each with its own hue, contributing to the grand design.
She learned of love not as an emotion but as a force—a gravitational pull that held the stars in their dance. She saw the ties that bound her to others, luminous strands crisscrossing the void, linking heart to heart in a web of light.
Fear, she discovered, was but a shadow cast by doubt. The entities showed her how to illuminate her fears, revealing them as illusions, ephemeral as mist in the morning sun.
Jenna’s spirit strengthened with each sojourn; her understanding deepened, and her heart expanded. She carried these lessons back to the physical plane, her essence infused with tranquility that permeated her waking life.
But the astral plane was not without its perils. Entities lurked in the darker folds of the ethereal fabric, their whispers tempting Jenna toward paths not meant for her to tread. During these encounters, she learned the most crucial lesson—the power of will. In the astral realm, intention shaped reality, and her unwavering will cloaked her in the armor of light, protecting her from the siren calls of the void.
One night, Jenna came upon a mirror in the void amidst an astral journey. It reflected not her appearance but her essence, and she gazed into the depths of her soul. The mirror revealed the raw beauty of her spirit, the scars and flaws, the strengths and hopes. It showed her that every choice she made rippled across the universe, touching lives seen and unseen.
When Jenna returned from her astral journeys, the dawn would greet her with soft fingers of light caressing her skin. The world seemed brighter, the colors more vivid, and her heart was a compass guided by the truths she had gleaned from beyond her body.
Jenna found her purpose in her garden, where her travels first began. She became a healer, using the insights from the astral plane to soothe the weary souls who found their way to her sanctuary. With hands that glowed with the light of the stars, she mended broken spirits, whispering tales of the astral plane to those in need of hope.
Jenna’s astral sojourns became her solace, wisdom, and gift. Each return to her body was a rebirth; with it, she brought back a piece of the infinite, a reminder that even within the fragile vessel of flesh and bone, the soul is boundless, dancing with the cosmos in an eternal, astral ballet.