The loamy twilight pulses above an aurora borealis of many colors. The [[M00N]] 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.
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.
[[Step on the dais.]]
Looking at the [[MooN]] 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. 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.
[[A colorful spinning top temptingly wobbles on a faded floor, you reach out to grasp it and are swallowed up spinning as you enter.]]
[[Springs bounce from the loamy water and gears fall onto a wooden table, you scoop the pieces up and find yourself setting each piece down in turn.]]
[[Wooshing air and rumbling ground, the titans passed in invisible majesty through this accordion fold of the world. A carpet to crawl on awaits.]]
Before images and colors and people had their corresponding words, you spun and spun and spun like a weaver's wheel unceasing, the momentum and centrifugal force acting as the first concept to snag your memory in its grasp. The sensation of movement and speed, the feeling of your own weight, the feeling of losing control in a safe environment. You spin and spin and spin and achieve a state that a whirling dervish might take hours to attain in only a minute or two.
[[Rub your eyes]]
The broken watch produces teensy gear after teensy gear until it’s gutted clean to the glass. All apart it looks impossible to fit together again, a sense of admonishment flashes as another sees the mess, the chaos, the destruction. But you had a curiosity that had to be sated, you had to see what was inside, you had to take it apart to find out, you couldn’t let the mystery subsist. It had to be known. And it was. And so was the reaction of others.
[[Rub your eyes]] As you crawl in the earth begins to vibrate beneath you, accompanied by low clamor from distant rails. The trains were scheduled so it wasn’t scary but it was enough to snare itself in your memory as a timely reminder that the world is bigger than thee and me. The world is bigger than you and me. And the rushing whooshing cars on the highway was enough to reveal that others had their own little worlds, with their own destinations and their own coming-froms. And that some would arrive and some would leave, but all passed through, just like the sun and the moon pass through the sky, or the iron titans pass through the railway. Like ivy vines the memory wrapped itself around your joy and your carefree giddiness.
[[Rub your eyes]] You awaken with the feeling that you had a dream that was meaningful or somehow pivotal, but it just escapes your consciousness.