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Here is a short story i made a while ago. Found it lying around so decided to post. Not my best but not my worse so read and tell me what you think.


Who am I? Some time ago, days and years seem to flow the same here so I cannot be precise, I woke up in this place with a vague memory of a strange society; a dangerous, destructive society with its own individual beauty that all things tend to have hidden away somewhere beyond the first sight of most individuals. This society believed it ruled everything it could get a hand on and with that everything an item(s) would be carved for the personal gain of, or else the entertainment of, this cruel people. These people, and their constructs, towered over the world they believed belonged to them. It is strange, remembering what I do; words and ways, a civilization made up of a people very similar in appearance. Yet, I cannot seem to remember myself personally, nor what rule I had within that society.

When I first awoke within this great land that is so alien from that of my memory, I was immediately rinsed out with a feeling of calm; one that replaced the raw confusion that would have overwhelmed me, with a mere curiosity. I found myself sitting against a gigantic tree, myself not yet moved from the moment my slumber was released. Due to my new founded curiosity I couldn’t help but wonder why I was surrounded by trees (all smaller than that that I could say I was propped up against) rather than a jungle of glass and steel. I could not let my inquisition hold me back though, nor could it let me do the same to itself, so we set off together into the depths of a sea of green to discover whatever laid in store for us.

After wading through leaves and branches for however long that did take, I stumbled upon a clearing that consisted of a stump made from a peculiar wood of shining indigo and a pond, just a few feet from the stump, that was nearly pitch black from the extent of its depths. Although unsure of the amount of time it took to reach this clearing I’m sure it must have been some improbable mass of time since my feet shook on the verge of collapsing and my lips were dry enough that they could have been cracked one thousand times over. I would have jumped straight into the pond if not for its obvious depth and a quiet fear that my aching body would not allow me to stay on the top. I settled for kneeling besides the pond where I alternated between scooping the water down my throat as fast as my sandy throat could manage to swallow, and burying my head in the surface that could be called liquid obsidian only by appearance. Taste was more than a world apart, a divine flavor that cannot be explained any more than a color that has never been seen. It soothed my soul and freed my mind from simple things such as fear and pain.

The next moment I allowed myself to be consumed by the melodic symphony that wooed my mind and I plunged into the heart of my harmony without a care in the world. Deeper and deeper I descended, past lust and desire, greed and hate; and deeper, beyond the complex restrictions that barred my path. For years I sunk into the darkness and yet the further down I sank, the more I could truly see. I became aware of places that could only exist an eternity away and people who dwelled within specks of dust. I knew why those places had to exist if no one would ever see them and I could tell you anything about a dust dweller up to the exact place you could find him and the exact thought that was going through his mind the moment you asked. So I realized I knew peace; I was filled with an enlightenment of sorts.

I opened my eyes to a majestic light and smiled at the beautiful scenery of the clearing around me. A few feet in front, in the center of the clearing, was a pond that shone an alluring black, a black that promised silence and peace. All around the clearing was a dense collection of trees that seemed to offer no exit or entrance for those who would wish it. I was now sitting on the indigo stump that shone so bright, a radiating glow that lit the now sunless clearing.

The fact that I had been sinking within that pond for thousands of years and a quick blink had drawn me out, back to where I started, managed to draw a quiet chuckle out of me that echoed throughout the clearing. But no, this was not where I started. Now, I was so far ahead; now, I was free. How could I not be? Even in chains I would feel more free than the birds in the sky.
I knew I was exhausted after my trek of realization. Lying down in the dirt besides the stump I tried to think of what I could do with my knowledge in the morning to follow. Alas, nothing came to mind as I fell into a familiar slumber. I have all the time in the world to decide what I will do next for I have reached a still crossroads in this life of mine. For now I will look ahead. I may not know who I was but I now know who I have become.

lol thanks. I really hadn't figured that out eitherxD glad you enjoyed it though.