by Tie Chee Weng
As Aeon lands on the ground, he looks around the city and wanders places. He only sees rust of old concrete metal poles and bits of debris fleeting like dust. He stopped taking a step, turning his back only to see past events. He becomes curious with the history. Aeon walks on his vision step by step, looking utterly indifferent toward the doings of humankind. There were foolishness, greed and genocide that seem rather inhuman. The road that Aeon walked through becomes darker and darker, filling his mind with inquiries. Aeon suffers in every ultimatum of its past events. Every vision that he perceived don’t make sense with his memories. His memories continue disrupting his mind, fooling him into seeing the reality as unpleasant to him. He lost trust in humankind.
Aeon travels to different cities and realms with no purpose, his feeling towards life slowly fading. He wants to go back to where he was before to sit and rest at where he had awakened, the Mesa. He has becoming a senseless being. After a long walk of broken sense of reality, he sees a landmark “Aerogate” leading towards a forsaken city. As soon as Aeon notices the landmark, he feels a strong force pushing him to that place. 400 miles away to the mountain of Mesa, but Aeon sees a house on sight, blocking his path to continue his destination. He goes in through the house, taking few steps to reach the exit. Before he could reach the exit, he sees sunlight on above. Aeon looks the ceiling only to find a hole with sunlight flashes onto the couch that is in front of him. He reaches the couch and sees a flowerpot on the table. He walks with his eyes slightly open, his strength is slowly drained. He reaches his arm to the flowerpot and touches it. The feeling of isolation comes back to haunt him.
Aeon sits on the couch to rest his weary legs and depressed mind. His eyes beginning to shut close. “Find me,” a whisper could be heard in his mind. Suddenly, he sees a vision of a girl. On the couch he wakes up, with his eyes open wide. The whole ordeal fills him with determination. He stood up with the remaining good memories that he has left distrusted, regaining his good memories to be true. The vision that he sees was a vision of a deep forest, where the little girl nurturing him every day and was visiting him daily. After seventeen years of harvesting, the Flower grew becoming a tree. The little girl also has becoming older. Aeon decides to find who this girl is.
Her bright smile shone the world away from disaster. Aeon entrusted the little girl into believing that kindness is still exist. Aeon continues using his power to look the history of what he sees, though his power is slowly drained. The curtain fills the room with nostalgic presence. Aeon looks around every room, entering each room to see the surrounding. There are cobwebs covering every rusty, destroyed antique in the house. Only remain were the keepsakes that still hold the very essence of its past life. Aeon sees the room in such a way he trembles in curiosity from the tip of his iron feet to the top of his tinfoil head. Aeon sees the little girl with her parents, lives a dying world. Empowering herself in believing the world was a beautiful place to live, and rather hold herself to withstand the negativity of world that has brought upon her feet.
In a deep, serene forest, where Aeon used to stay before the Earth destruction, he sees her visiting him every day, watering him and sat beside him. Inner peace was the only thing attached in her heart. The only thing matters now for Aeon was to find the truth of her positivity. To find the truth that made her becoming so optimistic and joyous at heart. Aeon wants to live on with her forever for eternity.
After a while, Aeon sees a vision of the opposite. He sees her gone forever, the world was on calamity and the house has never existed. Suddenly, Aeon wakes up in reality, his conscience is functioning. The couch that he sat was a rock, the table was a wood and the place that he stood upon was a jungle. There were never a house, a person or Aeon's wish ever existed on that place. It was all just an illusion, in purpose of discarding his loneliness. Aeon ceased of disbelieving; believing the memories was true. Aeon turns his head down, closing his eyes to get a very deep look in his memories. He tries to convince himself that the vision he saw was true. However, Aeon could not understand the memories that he collected, none make sense for him. Aeon is in sorrow on the altering memories, in confusion which to believe.
The house appears again, everything changed to what Aeon favours. Aeon goes to the last room. Aeon is reaching his arm to grab the doorknob, opening the door with unwillingness. The room is dark, blended in with Aeon's body, slowing his step to get into a new room. He lifted his hand to switch the light on. Aeon looks on the front, only to see a mirror on sight. Aeon could only see himself, as a lifeless tinfoil robot. Aeon tries to stare in his black beady eyes through the mirror. Aeon began to notice a slight difference of his stiff face, in which turning pale to rust. Aeon realises that he has to continue pursuing the truth. Although he is dispirited, he tries to discard his sorrow searching the good fragment of memories, attaching the good memories in his mind-set.
