"Wishing you, Well"

Once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

"Per aspera ad astra, Papa." I whispered. Through hardship to the stars. My eyes starts to loom with ineroxable tears and when I said that it's ineroxable, it means that I can't hold my tears back from descending down my russet cheeks

"I wish you were here Dad, I wish you're here to help me from facing all the problems cause since you've left me, I felt like all the problems are resonating within my palms. I find it hard to it battle this out with just only myself. I needed you."

My Dad is the last person that I have but he died out of cancer and I don't have anyone to turn to right now and I'm completely frazzled while looking at the deep cavernous hole on the wishing well and was about to hurl a coin on it because it is believed that wishing on a well while tossing a coin could grant any wish, I know that idea is too childish and too archaic for a twenty years old Girl to go here in the wishing well while on barefoot but I'm too desperate not to consider this idea. I'm just praying that there's someone from above that could apprehend my wish

I heave a sigh after I throw the coin into the wishing well while slowly closing the creases of my eyes and truly envision the presence of my loving father on the inner cores of my mind and the strong gush of wind and the blinding fog starts to infiltrate my moult that made feel the hurripilation and my substratum can discern a big rock near the brick of the well and I fell into the deep cavernous hole of the wishing well with no appearance of hydrosphere, my eyes starts to lurk into the animosity

I tried to scream but it just echoes, I bolted the hefty lashes of my eyes, only to see a light that gets smaller and smaller as I get father into the wishing well

I was now ready to fall from the pebbles but I discerned my body was  bumping into a foamy and soft pillow-like thing and when I began to open my eyes again, only to see a lot of clouds surrounding on my body with it's different layers that starts to excite the "fear" in me

Is this real? or am I in a reverie?

"Hello?" I started to talk, maybe there's someone out there that might explicit everything here that made me discombulated right at this very unfathomable place while my eyes starts to scrutize the full-length of the area that only covers in white light and illumination that made me think of the only place that resembles this realm but I don't want to surmise, I just needed some confirmation to lull  my uneasiness

As I travelled my eyes on the place, I saw a creature that has a uncanny features that is totally far from the features of a human, with a skin covered in light blue color and a small wings right on his oblong-shaped head which is giving me hibbie-jibbies

"Who are you? and why am I here?" I asked while laiding back an inch to him or who the hell this unrecognizable and feathery creature is

His face shone in the watery sunlight. It burst in beams through the almost complete cloud layer above to cast a transitory spotlights

"This is Pueblo lore and I am a Shiwanna." His big and raspy voice had went up and down my system that made me get closer to him

"Shiwanna and Pueblo lore? What are those?" I can feel my throat getting dry as his dark blue eyes we're perfectly positioned right at my very eyes and my mind starts to drift and sunk into a boat of memories with my father because his eyes and even the color of the iris has the same color with my father's

"You have to come with me because, we, as cloud humans had heard your qualms and wish. If you want to see your father, we have to kill you in order for you to be a Cloud human also and in that way, you might see your father." He said that made me flabbergasted

"What? Kill me?" My voice had raised and my eyebrows moved into a same general pattern just like how a celestial sphere was created right in between the crust and the mantle

I was about to protest but it's too late when he held my arms and my body starts to regenetrate a new soul and my eyes also starts to get dimmer and dimmer as my body we're sensing a pain that I had never felt before and the creature that I was talking to earlier was not really a creature, my mind just had betrayed me that it was someone that I'm not familiar into

the heaven humanoid starts to alter his external body and I'm really sure that it was my father

"I'm wishing you well, my daughter." That's the last thing I've heard after animosity starts to eat me up.