It was a new moon night. The pink princess tiptoed through the darkness that shrouded the nightly forest. Every time she stepped on an invisible piece of dead wood on the ground the crackling noise it through off raised her hackles. Since it was so dark she was unable to see the hands that she held gropingly in front of her sense of hearing and smelling intensified. She knew that she had entered the forest of canary yellow pine trees for the pitch on the bark released a soothing perfume. She loved to walk through this forest during the day when the blue sky made a wonderful contrast to the yellow trees, the bronze ferns and the herbs with all their shades of green. 
Now all she could see was black. And the darkness made her heart beat faster. She stepped on another branch on the floor and winced. Then she stood still for some seconds and listened alertly into the darkness. She heard a deer breathing irregular. She must have caused fear in her fellow being yet the darkness caused timidity in her and she could not say a word to reveal herself to her fellow being. 
Anxiety crawled into her mind and her thoughts started spinning. What if all the world had faded in the darkness? What if she was trapped in a world created by her imagination? What if this world was about to be destructed by the same mind that had built it? She sat down on the floor and hugged her legs to feel her body. Was this really her body? Or was she identical with the body? In the darkness it was not possible to experience the boundaries of herself. Did she have boundaries at all? 
She watched her body. There was a sensation of gravity that held her on the floor. There was a sensation of tension in her back. And there was a sensation of electricity in her raised hackles. Her mind kept pushing her into the darkness. “Who are you?” it asked. “What is your purpose?” and “What is this world you think you are living in?” Then the voice in the head of the pink princess began to giggle. It was a terrifying, condescending laughter. The pink princess wondered if this disgusting piece of mind was herself. She was frightened to be identical with this dark force as well as she was frightened to be erased by it. For a second she thought it would be great if her friend, the green princess, was with her now. But it was futile. No one would find her here in the darkness of her own mind. She would have to make it on her own.
“Maybe your friend and all your friends are just your own imaginations? Maybe there is no one that loves you and no one that ever noticed you were there! Why do you not kill yourself to find out? Are you afraid of death? Are you afraid of the truth?” her mind kept whispering atrocious thoughts into the darkness. “How will you escape me? I am you!” 
“This is enough!” said the pink princess loudly. “You won’t get me exasperated over myself! I have listened to you for just the right amount of time. Now I will free myself from this burden of fear: Anxiety is boring! There is nothing more to discover for me in your realm. I have heard enough of wobbliness and fear! I know who I am now and I will not flinch from you. I have no words for the mystery I am experiencing but I refuse to let some voice put me down, even if that voice is chatting in my head, or wherever in the darkness it is situated. I am free, I am free, I am free! And I decide to love and to laugh. The light of my heart shall guide me through the darkness and I will focus on the colours that my imagination can see in the darkness. Reality is just a word but what I perceive is real. Anxiety cannot overcome me anymore for I am permeated by gratitude!”
After having said all this she lay down on the warm moss and after a view minutes she fell into a deep sleep. The canary yellow pine trees rumoured her words all through the forest and they were happy and amused about this little creature that slept amongst them. And another time the dark night ended.

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This was the 12th and last story of the pink princess. If you would like to read the other stories you can find them here on steemit in English and German. The photo shows me and was taken and edited by the wonderful photographer [R. Chamber](http://rob-chamber.businesscatalyst.com/berliner-luft.html). Thank you very much for reading <3

**English:**
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/the-onset-of-a-psychedelic-tale-original">Part 1</a>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/fractal-fragment-of-a-psychedelic-tale-orginal-story-and-gif-animation">Part 2</a>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/a-piece-of-mind-captured-in-another-chapter-of-a-psychedelic-tale-original-story-and-drawing">Part 3</a>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/the-coloured-edition-of-a-psychedelic-tale-original-story-and-drawing">Part 4</a>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/a-psychedelic-tale-fighting-adultness-original-stor-and-drawing">Part 5</a>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/a-psychedelic-tale-turns-synaesthetic-original-story-and-drawing">Part 6</a>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/three-twisted-together-in-a-psychedelic-tale-original-story-and-drawing">Part 7</a>
<a href="https://steemit.com/art/@yoganarchista/a-psychedelic-tale-prancing-through-the-moment-original-story-and-drawing">Part 8</a>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/a-psychedelic-tale-meditating-on-colour-original-story-and-painting">Part 9</a>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/a-psychedelic-tale-dealing-with-god-original-story-and-drawing">Part 10</a>
<a href="https://steemit.com/art/@yoganarchista/an-outburst-of-laughter-in-a-psychedelic-tale-original-story-photoediting-modelling">Part 11</a></p>
<p><strong>German:</strong><br>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/das-onset-einer-psychedelischen-erzaehlung-original-shortstory-german-translation-modelling-photoediting-gif-1">Part 1</a><br>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/eine-psychedelische-erzaehlung-original-shotstory-translation-modelling-editing-gif-2">Part 2</a><br>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/eine-psychedelische-erzaehlung-original-shotstory-translation-modelling-editing-gif-3">Part 3</a><br>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/eine-psychedelische-erzaehlung-original-shotstory-translation-modelling-editing-gif-4">Part 4</a><br>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/eine-psychedelische-erzaehlung-original-shotstory-translation-modelling-editing-gif-5">Part 5</a><br>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/eine-psychedelische-erzaehlung-original-shotstory-translation-modelling-editing-gif-6">Part 6</a><br>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/62wv4k-eine-psychedelische-erzaehlung-original-shotstory-translation-modelling-editing-gif-6">Part 7</a><br>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/eine-psychedelische-erzaehlung-original-shotstory-translation-modelling-editing-gif-8">Part 8</a><br>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/eine-psychedelische-erzaehlung-original-shotstory-translation-modelling-editing-gif-9">Part 9</a><br>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/eine-psychedelische-erzaehlung-original-shotstory-translation-modelling-editing-gif-10">Part 10</a><br>
<a href="https://steemit.com/story/@yoganarchista/eine-psychedelische-erzaehlung-original-shotstory-translation-modelling-editing-gifs-11">Part 11</a><br>


# Lots of Light and Love <3