The Unseen Voyager🔊

In a remote village of Mendicant that lay nestled amidst a dense forest, lived a humble potter named Perry. He was known for his exceptional skills and people from neighboring villages would flock to buy his splendid ceramics. However, Perry was not merely a potter. He was a dreamer, a dreamer who aspired to travel and witness the unseen world, its secrets, and its beauty. It was a desire he carried since childhood, but he was always tied to his village due to his obligation to the family business.

His dreams took shape in his pottery. He would sculpt the unseen towns, cities, and landscapes, pouring imagination into his creations. His work was a reflection of his desire, a testament to his dreams. His beautifully sculpted vases spoke of the towering waterfalls, his bowls manifested the depths of seas, while his plates were imprinted with the sky seen from the highest of mountains.

One day, Perry heard about an unusual event from a wandering merchant. It was an unknown celestial phenomenon to occur that night. They called it 'The Unseen Voyager', said to be appearing once in a millennium. The merchant described this phenomenon as a radiant comet hurtling through the cosmos, carrying tales from allies unknown, visible from every corner of the Earth.

Perry was fascinated. Here was a chance to witness something unheard of, an event unseen by every generation for centuries. This idea planted a seed in his heart, compelling him to prepare for this celestial showcase. However, the villagers didn't seem to share his enthusiasm. They laughed him off, considering it another one of his eccentricities.

Night fell, the wilderness sounds echoed the silence, and the dazzling curtain of stars unveiled themselves, each twinkling like a fascinating story. Perry, sitting outside his hut, his eyes eagerly scanning the vast ocean above, waited for The Unseen Voyager to make its presence.

And then, it happened! There was a shimmer, a twinkle, a streak of light across the night sky. The Unseen Voyager had arrived, more splendid and mesmerizing than he could have imagined. It blazed brightly across the constellations, overlapping the known with the unknown.

Perry was left awestruck. He saw through a portal into the unseen world. The stars, the cosmos, the distant lands, the mighty oceans, the towering waterfalls, the vast deserts, and the high mountains he had imagined and sculpted his whole life, were suddenly real. They were more beautiful, vivid, and limitless. Perry, for those few moments, was not just a potter, nor a dreamer but a Voyager travelling alongside, witnessing the beauty of the unseen world.

The comet routine ended, leaving behind imprints of the unseen world in Perry's heart. He realized, though he might not physically travel to these places, he can meet them, experience them, and be a part of them through his art. He learnt that to travel, one doesn't necessarily need to physically move but can voyage through the realms of imagination and creativity.

The night ended. The villagers woke up, everything was the same except for Perry. He still had his dreams, his pottery, and now he had a story to tell, a story of the unseen. Perry went back to his pottery, his hands dancing on the spinning wheel, and his heart humming a new song, the song of the unseen.

As the news of Perry's experiences spread across towns, people started flocking to Mendicant, not only for his outstanding pottery works but also to hear the tale of The Unseen Voyager. And so, Perry, the humble potter, became Perry, the celestial storyteller. He might not have traveled physically, but his voyage had just begun, a voyage through his craft, a voyage through his stories, a voyage to the unseen.