NYAC | 3min Read
Published on May 6, 2026
The Living Illusion
The Living Illusion
Ebony celestial skies embellished by Luna herself; gazing upon folks with quietness. The sky
crammed with silhouette of bright colours, inking the clouds with strokes of revolution. Even
the clouds couldn’t recognize them. All they seemed like were, figure of something close to
our own reality. They seem ours. Yet alien. Bizarre yet enticingly beautiful. They truly seemed
like what dreams were crafted of. Or maybe they are the part of dreams, themselves? The ones
which appear when our vision is hindered. Those which flow in the ebony, with shades of the
seven rays themselves. The seven rays which brought the sense of familiarity and hope, even
in those silhouettes of a reality we didn’t know. Maybe they truly belonged from a reality which
ignites itself, when we are in quiescence or when the soul is on the journey of discovering
various worlds. And the eyes? They could only see and feel. Never disclose to human. The
hindered gaze only able to feel the trail of the seven- ray inked silhouette’s drive of endlessness.
Unifying themselves to form tints no man seen. Playing to form serenity. They intrigue the
human-mind, even drive them senseless with frantic and propitious. And those silhouettes?
They continue to plague and even play in their pursuit of living. Besides appearing in the ebony,
they often appear when the skies are painted by melding the amber strokes with the burnt shade
of rust; where they are guarded by the supreme, Sun himself. They flow and meld together to
summon the trinity of colours in a majestic play. Soft clouds tint graciously upon the play of
unity and magic. They are accompanied by the tranquil gush of the rivers. The birds fly by,
adding to the picturesque vision. Yet it seems familiar to ones we meet in our crafted dreams
or the ebony skies. These calming yet unfamiliar scenes which are epitome of unravelling living
illusion. They beautifully intrigue yet haunt the humanity. Haunting the humanity to believe
into a reality which exist? Or not? The mystery of multiple illusions always seemed to soothe
the hearts of inquisitive but further rendezvous the petrified ones. Yet the inquisitive find
themselves to unravel the truth about The Living Illusion, we are currently present in. This is
crafted by Universe, itself. These all are the dreams of The Universe which exist as Living
Illusions which we commoner folks only can ponder upon or be haunt by it. Literature scripts
it as beauty, Science scripts it as physical reality. Names numerous. But the truth of it remains
to be wrapped in bulky scriptures or volumes. The human heart knows no truth about it. But it
will always remain be rooted with the humanity and reality. No one can escape it. We are all
embedded within it. Even if there is no self-acknowledgment about it; the heart of the soul
knows and is familiar with it from decades. The identity might change but the soul remains the
follower of living realities. It is our truth. Our past, present and future. Humanity, flora or fauna
all kneel at the step of our reality which we can not escape forever, we all have a role in this
beautiful, divine yet haunting play of The Living Illusion.
