"The musician cannot be proud of his composition, he has to wait for the melody that plays from the union of two hearts."

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A horse-drawn carriage was passing through the forest in the fog of the hidden moon and deep night. The hoofs of horses startled the forest. The whispers of the trees, which were beginning to fade into a lullaby, have now faded away. Jungle was afraid, Maria's secret will be revealed. Because at this time of night, Oscar is running alone in a carriage. Sitting on the coachman's seat, he holds the reins of the horses tightly.

The forest became unfriendly. ..... First he was on the road then he let the horses go to the forest. It was an alternative route that would take him through the forest and soon lead him to the village. Even running blindly in the forest, he was forgetting that the trees were not his servants, who would get out of the way. The trees were neither obeying the orders nor arguments. It takes time to know a forest. One should not run blindly on its paths until the forest becomes a companion.

When his carriage nearly overturned after hitting a tree and he fell out of the carriage, the last thing he remembered was that a few flashes of light passed before his eyes and the horses, They were startled.

When he finally regained consciousness and leaned his back against the tree , he also remembered that just before those streaks of light, a melody had reached his ears. Earlier he had felt this melody was coming from a distant village. He thought that some madman might be playing the clarinet for jackals and crickets in the forest at this hour of the night.

He would have paid more attention to the sound if he had not immediately jumped and fallen down.

Leaning against the tree he now sat freely as if he had traveled from Ireland to this forest just to lean against that tree for rest....

To taste the coolness of the night, to explore the secrets hidden in the forest and follow the flickers that were felt through the leaves and branches, The horses dragging the carriage came close to him and started neighing. They also cannot stand the anger of their master.

They wanted to show him that it is not wise to leave home in the evening. They raised their neck and looked at him. Mr. Oscar, leaning against the trunk of a tree, opened one eye and looked at the horses, and then in such a dense forest, in the deep darkness and unreasoning loneliness he laughed with laughter and said...

"I want to be a painter.

Creations are my dream.

Colors keep me alive."

The two horses looked at him as they wanted to say something.

Mr. Brock also tried to stop me.

Now they will look for me, when they are worried, they will have to believe that I am somewhat firm in my decisions.

Sooner or later I'll prove myself.

What do they think.....

"Should I throw away my paints and brushes? Burn the canvas? I will stay here and draw. I will hide myself from them.

They say that neither you can be a Da Vinci nor Thomas, you are tiring yourself.

God makes human beings, not copies of them. Be it Da Vinci or Thomas, they should be imitated and not their work. God does not accept copying.

Then you have to go beyond their works and creations and do something...

If the artist is determined whether he wants to go ahead of someone or leave someone behind, then everything will happen but creations. God does not like competition..."

If someone saw him sitting with his back against a tall tree, he would run away in fear, because only a madman could talk to himself in such a loud voice at that hour of the night, He was actually carrying out dialogues with regular expressions and voice fluctuations. As if Mr. Brooke was standing in front of him. And he was fulfilling the regret of not being able to argue with him.

Since the stranger could not hear the horses talking back to him, his madness was confirmed.

"Oscar The Hague has left home to be an artist and is wandering in such a forest. Signs are welcoming. Now let's see where success starts."

Looking around, he waved his hand and said loudly. He reached out and picked up the whip that had fallen far away and waved it in the air.

The sound of a strange instrument touched his ear again, and he suddenly remembered that he had been fascinated by that sound and fell off the carriage. He stood up assuming that the village was probably very close. The sound must be coming from somewhere. He raised his head and looked around, but the village was nowhere to be seen, but the sound was getting closer and closer. He hesitated for a while as he moved his steps in the direction of the sound.

Who could be the creator of this sound in the forest at this time of night? This brought out all the horror stories in his mind. Patting the backs of the horses, he moved forward. As if he wanted to say, If something happens to me, don't forget to come after me.

The sound came closer. He was going in the right direction. A thought appeared on the canvas of his mind, that in no time he would see a small cave-like hut in which an old lady would be playing a sweet melody on flute. As he emerges from the spell of the flute, he will find himself in a large Kettle. Under which the fire will be burning, and then....

And then.... he'll be someone's dinner......

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The trees, grass and bushes of the forest, the soft soil and the mud, tried to stop him, but Oscar did not stop....

Every forest holds a secret. If this melody is the secret of this forest, now it is about to be exposed. The bushes gripped his legs and with some force and frustration he pushed the bushes back and in response he stumbled against a tree trunk and.....

Got stuck to the tree like a glue

As soon as he poked his head out from behind the tree, he was stunned. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Even when he was there, he couldn't believe that he could be a witness of such a scene.

Little lights were flying. The flickers were wonderful. The army of Fireflies was dancing making waves.

From the ground towards the sky .....

By clinging to the branches of trees....

rising up, stopped and divided into rows.... and circled around this girl and started their journey back again.

Around the girl, who had a big round hat on her head, a strange instrument in her hand and the playfulness in her eyes, as she was proud of such obedience of fireflies.

"A witch.... A witch..."

Oscar wanted to shout but he was too stunned...

It was a delusion that seemed like a dream..

A madness that was under the influence of a spell and nothing else....

The ground became soft and Oscar sank into it. Unable to move like a statue. At such a night in such a dense forest, he was hoping to see an old lady, but never a girl musician and fireflies.

He quickly turned his head to look away at the spot where he had fallen. He was sure he was dead. There lies his dead body. In fact, his soul is standing in the trunk of the tree, which is seeing such a scene.....

The instrument was still playing. The girl was moving around in a circle, leading the army of Fireflies to the rhythm of her tune.

There was a harmony between the girl and her air force like raindrops and flower petals.

Oscar saw that the little dwarfs in beautiful clothes had opened the doors from the roots of the trees, jumping and holding each other's hands and quickly forming a circle around the girl.

It was difficult for him to believe this. He ribbed his eyes in disbelief and the dwarves had disappeared while the waves of light remained still humming and dancing.

Even now, how could he believe that these tiny little things were dancing to a girl's instrument.

The vision had to be cleared again, the head had to be hit again, but the scene remained the same, the instrument continued to play the same way and the girl continued to swing...

Yes!

This is a dream in a dream....

or a thought in a thought......

or something else.

He hid behind the tree and kept rubbing his eyes again and again to believe the reality of this vision.

Even though he had to go back, he stood there....

He was still there even if he was scared....

He was still there wondering what was going on....

He wanted to go to the girl, but he stayed there trying to stand with support of the tree. He had a complaint with the ground why it was not freeing his sunken feet.

Some time passed and he heard the neighing of his horses. Maybe they were getting close to him. He was startled and quickly came out from behind the tree and….

"What is going on, who are you?"

The whip was in his hand and he waved it towards the Fireflies and asked in a loud voice. Time, forest, Fireflies and girl all became still. The girl turned around in surprise.

Out of fear, the instrument fell from the girl's hand.

She raised her head and saw the waves that disappeared as soon as he appeared. The girl quickly picked up the instrument and started running.

Oscar couldn't believe that a witch could run away so scared. He also ran after her because that's what he had learned from all the stories...

No matter how powerful the witch is, the hero always wins. He was the hero of that time.

***Oscar The Hague ...***

The witch was running fast, trying not to fall because of her long frock, but he ran faster than the witch and grabbed her arm from behind and pulled her towards him and ......

The tunes began to play with vows and the darkness turned into light...

The girl's hat fell off, her dark brown hair started to dance with air and her eyes started to sparkle like little twinkling stars.

Oscar came out of delusion and said

"You can't run away, I will keep this forest free from your magic."

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Even after saying this, Oscar could not believe that he had the ability and courage to say such a thing. Some things are realized only in the middle of the night in the forest, falling from a carriage and holding the arm of a witch.

However, the forest and the night laughed so loudly at his words that he realized how ridiculous his words are.

The girl's eyelids started shaking with fear. Oscar looked at the witch in disbelief.

"You are afraid of me?"

In response, the girl wanted to free herself, but Oscar did not allow it.

"Can't you hear?"

Now the girl angrily wanted to free herself. Oscar tightened his grip and asked...

"Who are you?"

The girl said....

"Let me go. Who the hell are you?"

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