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An inky sludge of pure black shifts and moves and shifts again across my skin. I can’t see anything, not even my own hands, the only thing I can do is feel. Then something grabbed at my ankle before dragging me down.
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I feel weightless.
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Whoooooosh~
I squeeze my eyes shut as light blinds me. I feel the wind whip past me as I open my eyes to see the sky. The ink is gone. Falling and falling through clouds. I look down only to not see any ground.
The sky is so colorful, almost dream-like, with soft pinks, stunning reds, warm yellows, otherworldly purples, and comforting blues.
Still falling through the clouds that reflect the sky's different colors, stars start to peak through.
Falling and falling, I can feel myself being lulled back to sleep.
Then I hit the ground, but it doesn't hurt. I bounce slightly before coming to a stop. I sit up and my hair falls in front of my face. The world feels like it is spinning; I should lay back down. After a few deep breaths the nausea starts to subside.
Breath in… and out…
I stand up and look around.
There are wild flowers as far as I can see. Gentle rolling hills covered in the colorful flowers, swaying in the wind. The flowers share similar colors as the sky and clouds. The sun seems to be setting as the moon is rising. It seems that I am on the tallest of the hills along with a colossal tree. The wild flowers are past my knees, but as I walk closer to the tree, they seem to thin out and become smaller. The tree is huge, almost fifty feet tall, maybe even more than that.
Now under the tree, I start looking for anything that can give me a hint to where I am. The weird thing is the air is thick and the only thing I can hear is the rustling of the wind through the leaves, and the flowers swaying in the breeze.
Is this another world?
Walking around the tree, I spot a stone shrine covered in moss. I step forward for a better look as wild flowers brush up against my legs. A crack splits the shrine in two, yet it still stands up right. Small yellow and purple flowers are blooming in the crack. I reach out and scrape away some of the moss on the vertical part of the shrine to reveal a gilded sun. I rub off more moss to see the full part of the shrine.
Two engravings of people stand, one with the sun behind and one with what I can only guess is the moon. There is a heart shape in each of their chests. They seem to hold hands, their eyes shut. Behind them shows two trees, one on each side yet their branches are intertwined in the middle they join. That's what I can only guess what happened and what the rest of the stonework depicts is lost to time. What is the most off-putting about the shrine is the black ink dripping from the shrine.
It was dripping from just the moon, and then the moon person's eyes starts dripping the sludge. It then spreads to the rest of the body, I can feel it skip a beat. The sun’s heart suddenly cracks.
I can’t move, I can’t speak, it is beating.
I need to run
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And yet
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I shut my eyes
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And the darkness pulls me back in.