Miniature Enchanted Found Objects Wizard Whose Roof was the Sky Cabinet with Hinged Door~1:12thScale
“A Little Tale”…
Ever since he could remember, the Wizard, known by all in the Enchanted Woods as the Wizard Whose Roof Was the Sky, hated being inside structures of any kind with ceilings. To him, the Heavens were his roof/ceiling and nothing he felt, especially a human made or even a Wizard or an Elemental made roof, should come between them.
He loved to see the morning and afternoon sun above his head and feel its warmth or look up and gaze at the sparkling dark nighttime sky glittering with planets and stars and embellished by the Moon Goddess in one of her many phases.
When young, he had no choice but to reside under a roof…at home and then at Wizardry School. But, when all the others were away or asleep, he would slip outside and live under the beautiful open sky. He loved the feel of the wind, created by the Element of Air, caressing his face and his blowing and fluffing his hair in the breeze. And, no shower made by any human or other beings could compare with a rain shower sent down to wash and nourish the Element of Earth by the Element of Water.
Ahhh, the smell of rain, so clean and pure, and the aftermath fragrance it left behind on the grass, flowers, trees, and ground... It was true refreshment. And, under his feet, he loved to feel the softness of the grass…moist and teeming with life’s energy. Or after a rain, the feeling of mud between his toes…
...To protect his possessions, such as his enchanted wizard cabinet filled with his necessary wizardly things, his experiments completed and in progress, his bed, and a few other things, the Wizard Whose Roof was the Sky cast a powerful protective spell on them all which surrounded them with a pink myste which was only visible to him. By doing this, the Elements could not damage or compromise his experiments, medicines, herbs, and the like.
Every night, as he lay on his bed made of twigs, leaves, flower petals, and grasses, he would look up at the sky. And, the last thing he would do before falling into a deep refreshing sleep would be to pay homage to the Moon Goddess and name the constellations and stars. When finished, off he would drift into that other land, the land of dreams, until the first light of the new day awakened him.
As we all know, wizards live for hundreds and hundreds of years. And, those who discover the Philosopher’s Stone gain immortality. Unfortunately, the Wizard Whose Roof was the Sky never bothered with the Philosopher’s Stone. He felt immortality unnatural.
The Wizard Whose Roof was the Sky lived his very long life in bliss and under his beloved sky helping all in the Enchanted Woods who came to him or those he heard about who needed help. Occasionally, a human would wander into the Enchanted Woods in need of some help. The wizard generously gave it to them and once they were taken care of, he sent him on them on their way. He then put the Spell of Ultimate Forgetfulness on each one so they could not tell others what was witnessed in the Enchanted Woods.
One night, one beautiful spring night, when the sky was filled with so many stars, huge and bright, the wizard laid down in his cozy bed. He felt he could reach out and pluck one of those stars right out of the sky. This made him laugh. He was glad to be in his bed. He was tired. The day had been long and filled with too much to do. He hastily did his nighttime routine and fell into a very very deep sleep.
When he awoke, he was a young man again and he was no longer on earth. He had passed over to the Other Side while asleep. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes in spirit was his beloved ceiling of sky and it was more beautiful than he had ever seen it before. He was Home and at peace.
~ Marsha J. West, Author of this "A Little Tale". Edited for Flickr
* The “A Little Tale” is my original idea and story. I am the author of that story and it is my property. Thus, it cannot be copied, reproduced, reprinted or used in any way or any medium. Also, this cabinet is my original idea, creation and design. It is also my creative property. It is not to be copied, resold or reproduced.