Can You Hear That Tree?

Jiayun Fan

In the winter of 2022, I embarked on a peculiar journey to Lancashire to attend an event called "Finding Witches".

As the night cloaked me in its solitary embrace, I found myself seated inside a car, heading towards my place of stay. A sudden wave of dizziness washed over me...Blurring the lines between dreams and wakefulness. And amidst this hazy state, my mind became a swirling field for an influx of countless branches, intertwining and emitting an eerie glow.

These branches, like wayward tendrils of some arcane force, snaked their way through the labyrinth of my thoughts.

Their twisted forms entangled in a dance of curiosity and trepidation, emitted cast luminescence different from the reality upon the depths of my consciousness.

I questioned whether I had stumbled upon a mystical gateway or simply succumbed to the whims of an overactive imagination. Within the chaos of those entangled branches, I found solace and a glimmer of the extraordinary.

The trees became my allies, whispering their secrets to me and granting me glimpses into the interconnected tapestry of life.

Blue, red, silver, flickering randomly unaffirmed, un , unmaintained and deserted

The boundaries between the physical and metaphysical blurred.

The boundaries between the subject and object blurred.

The boundaries between the animate and inanimate blurred.

The boundaries between the man and tree blurred. The boundaries between the and blurred.

I found myself caught between worlds, straddling the line between sanity and madness.

The visions that visited me in dreams began to bleed into waking life, blurring the edges of perception. Shadows danced in my peripheral vision, whispering secrets that only those who believe can hear.