Abandoned memories

An abandoned park sat in the middle of the forest. The green started to eat the metal and the leaves covered the rust of the poles and old lights. 

The carousel, not moving but somehow with still energy to turn a few light bulbs here and there. 

He got on it jumping over overgrown bushes and a fallen-over horse still with the metal pole going through it. Carefully he stuck his hand inside a mirror and pulled out a letter. He opened it as he sat on one of the benches beside the horses. 

The instructions were clear: find the centre of the park, wait for the last light of the day and place the prism over it. 

He took a small glass object from the envelope and looked at it. Jumping over the bush again to find where the sun was and notice there was not much time.

The middle was easy to spot, as nothing was growing in it. A clear circle of concrete surrounded by overgrown grass and vegetation. 

Placing the pros in the middle he backed away a couple of steps and waited. Over the mountain, the sun was setting and from the point where one mountain met the other the last ray of sunlight shot out into the prism and from it the light dispersed into different directions. 

The park suddenly lit up and started to move, the prism starting to levitate from the ground glowed with a light of its own. 

He got on a horse as the slow distorted music and the creaking of the metal moving got louder by the second. As the carousel went around the light of the prism hit the horse and the wood started to change into flesh and the pole started to disappear.