The loamy twilight pulses above an aurora borealis of many colors. The [[MOON]] in full array beams its silver rays down on the blueish grass and purple pillars. Smooth stone takes on the appearance of pools of water, water reflects the starry void above.
Between the two reflections, refracting light between one another eternally, the sound of crickets and howling beasts, the smell of myrrh and honeysuckle at one moment relax you into a dreamy sway and in another nauseate you with a cloying whooze of anxiety.
There is a smooth stone dais before you with shifting ingraspable symbols, heiroglyphics, and languages.
[[Step on the dais.]]The world accordions into different shades of purple shining down through the aurora at the dais. Each shade lends itself to a different set of beasts and foliage.
Somewhere inside you feel a burning sensation as you flicker through different shades.
[[Reach for the block with cyllinders on the top, the edges look sharp enough to cause pain but something about the color tugs at you.]]
[[Sway forward into the sand shade, it seems harsh at first, but you know that it will be okay.]]
[[Dip a toe into the golden river that flows from the shade whisping at the dais profuse with apprehension and joy.]]
[[A snake winds it's way up a pole.]]
[[There is a void and a cold place.]]
[[There is a red rock and a dry place.]]
The moment you grasp the block, you recognize them to be your legos.
You might have made a structure or you may have not, you can click them into one another and build something new and different from the last time you built. Sometimes you realize that certain combinations are more structurally sound and others are more oblique.
You take a construction that your mother made and you break it down.
You build and you destroy.
You endure and you feel joy.
[[Rub your eyes]]
Your foot finds purchase on the sand but it's not as you expected.
You expected what you felt before. Soft. Safe. Sinking. Sand.
But under the sand were stones hiding with jagged little edges and bitter ridges. You pain turns to confusion turns to safety as you are swept up on your fathers shoulders.
The French coast glides by painlessly as you are carried alight in lofty security.
[[Rub your eyes]] The space is one distinct. There is a cross and a snake'd rod.
The snake slithers into a hospital room where your mother having given birth to your younger sister laid. Like the snake and staff splitting, your heart's love now would split with the myriad emotions that it entails and from that moment you knew there was a new soul to love, to care for, to grow with, and to learn from.
[[Rub your eyes]] The ice crisped at the office windows and the wind yowled at what it met.
A needle poked through the fabric of reality stitching my entrance open like a button-hole.
[[Rub your eyes]]
(if: $sight is 1)["Flicking through cameras,
electric runs hot,
static charge shocks him on the door handle,
he looks through the glass,
she hides her face,
he minimizes a window,
I find the internet"]
<:// {Y0V W0NT S33 M3 TH4T 345Y} >
<:// " What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. "
[[Rub your eyes]]
(if: $sight is 1)["H V R T 5
2
F33L"]You awaken with the feeling that you had a dream that was meaningful or somehow pivotol, but it just escapes your consciousness.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.The golden river that flowed felt silken to your toe and in a whirr and a flash the clicking gears of order instill reorient the world.
The river becomes flaxen hair. Your elder sister has an obligation to attend to, but only a few years older than you and many years younger than an adult, the concept is amorphous and tense.
She made it though. She made it all in due time. Relief sets in, the golden river flows again, and love nests in your heart somewhere deep and protected.
[[Rub your eyes]] Looking at the [[M00N]] feels like a deep cool pool collecting in your mind, boundless and limitless expanses of deep purple and blue water expand for an eternity into the void. Every fear, wish, hopeless prayer, cry, sigh, and every oath of Semper Fi.
You feel like you just used eye drops but the feeling of refreshing replenishment radiates throughout you.
(set: $sight to 1)