11- Brenda and Lyra two magical beings

At the beginning it takes a moment to me to remember I have been spending months, maybe a wole year living in a magic sea from "No Man´s Land" with Tyra, the most wonderfull and stunning mermaid, and Brenda the most delicated, nice and gentle and wonderful dancer, and fairy from No Man´s Land Kingdom, so finally I was back in earth, with humman people, in an ordinary human world that suddenly it seems to me to be so confortable and makes me feel safe in a diferent way that I never felt before until that moment.

As I stood there, the hum of everyday life buzzed around me, grounding me in a reality I hadn’t fully appreciated until now. The scent of fresh coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the laughter of children playing in the park nearby. It was a stark contrast to the magical depths of the ocean, where the light danced through the water and the songs of the mermaids echoed in the currents.

Tyra had captivated me with her enchanting tales of the underwater kingdom, a place filled with vibrant coral gardens and shimmering fish, where time seemed to flow differently. Her laughter, like bubbles rising to the surface, had filled my soul with joy. And Brenda, with her delicate twirls and ethereal grace, had introduced me to the beauty of dreams, painting the world in colors I never knew existed. Together, they had shown me a world beyond imagination, but now, in the embrace of the ordinary, I felt an unexpected warmth.

Here on Earth, I could feel the sun on my face, the gentle breeze rustling the leaves, and the solid ground beneath my feet. It was comforting in its familiarity. I realized that while No Man’s Land was a realm of wonder, the human world held its own kind of magic—the magic of connection, of shared experiences, and of the stories that intertwine our lives.

Though I missed the ocean’s allure and the fantastic adventures with my mermaid and fairy friends, there was something profoundly special about being back here, where laughter could be shared over coffee, where the stars lit up the night sky, and where friendships blossomed in the most unexpected moments. As I took a deep breath, I felt gratitude swell within me: for the memories of my magical journey and for the everyday enchantment of life back on Earth.

The warmth that enveloped me as I stood there seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Every breath was a reminder of the choices I had made, of the path that had led me away from the depths of the ocean and into the sunlight. As I walked, the rhythm of my footsteps echoed harmoniously with the laughter and chatter that filled the air. Yet even as I immersed myself in the earthly delight of pizza slices and carefree picnics, my heart ached with the weight of longing—not just for Tyra and Brenda but for the worlds they came from.

Tyra, the mermaid with scales that sparkled like jewels beneath sunlit waves, had shown me the strength and resilience beneath her playful exterior. I could still hear her voice whispering in my ears as she recounted her adventures, tales of fierce storms and secret treasures tucked away in hidden grottoes. How effortlessly she swam through the waters, blending seamlessly with the beauty of her surroundings. I remembered the way she had laughed, a sound that vibrated with life, and I missed the serene beauty of the ocean's embrace. It wasn't just that I missed her; I missed the freedom to explore, to be part of a world where wonder could be found in every corner.

Brenda, the fairy with wings that evoked the delicate hues of dawn, had gifted me with dreams that transcended the ordinary. She had flitted with an ethereal grace, her laughter chiming like silver bells in the quiet twilight of No Man's Land. Her presence had opened doors to new dimensions, where imagination knew no bounds, and every moment shimmered with possibility. I longed for the evenings spent under swirling constellations, trailing sparkles through the air with every flip of her delicate wrist.

But now, standing in this mundane world, I found myself marooned in a sea of everyday life, torn between two extraordinary existences. The taste of coffee on my lips was rich and comforting, yet it was laced with the bittersweet flavor of nostalgia. How could a mere cup of coffee ever compare to the feeling of swirling through ocean currents or dancing among the stars with Brenda flitting by my side? I took a moment to lean against a bench and gather my thoughts—an image of the shimmering ocean and the vast night sky mingled in my mind, and I felt an inexplicable yearning.

I missed the mystery of the depths where eels slithered in secrecy and where glowing jellyfish drifted like ethereal lanterns. I missed the realm where magic reigned unapologetically, where every sunset painted the sky in hues of gold and lavender, and where my heart could soar without limits. And yet, the laughter of the children, their carefree joy radiating into this ordinary world, sparked a warmth within me that spoke of love just as profound. I exchanged smiles with strangers, feeling that small connection with each passing moment.

In the quiet of a park, under the sprawling branches of an old oak tree, I began to imagine how I could bridge both worlds. Maybe I could craft stories that carried my mermaid adventures into the hearts of children, bringing a sense of magic to their mundane days. Painting the wonders of No Man’s Land with words, I could keep Tyra and Brenda alive in my heart, even while I walked this earth—perhaps even sharing their magic through art. Could I create spaces where the humdrum of life could intertwine with the fantastical?

With each passing day, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars appeared like tiny beacons of light, I found myself sketching at the coffee shop. I poured my heart onto the pages, each line infusing echoes of laughter and glimmers of dreams, merging the warmth of human connection with the vibrancy of the ocean and the enchantment of fairy dreams. It wasn't just a quest to remember; it was a journey towards becoming a bridge between the worlds I loved.

For I realized that with every sip of coffee and every shared smile on this familiar ground, I was learning to honor both sides of myself. I didn’t have to choose. Tyra and Brenda, the magic of No Man's Land and the enchantment of the everyday—each was a part of me now, shaping who I was meant to be. I closed my eyes, letting the sounds of laughter and murmurs envelop me. I was here, breathing, living, and loving fully in both realms, and the thought filled me with a radiant hope.