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Walking down this road made me feel uneasy, and I wanted to turn.
But what direction would I take? I kept going.
No one had answered my call. Perhaps no one had heard it.
Still the thick fog shortened my vision. The smell of the air was moist, but not cold.
Normally I follow the wind if I've lost my direction. Here, in this desolate place, were no wind to follow, nor shadows. There was light, but where it came from was hard to tell.
The sun hung in the sky, that was about all one could be certain of.
I past by another lamplight. It flicker off. Must be early morning.
My steps got louder.
Yet another lamplight, this one was taller, and looked down on me. I wanted to ask it where I was.
Looking down at the ground, the hard gravel, I wandered blindly on.
The smell in the air changed. It got fresher, like when you walk in to a forest. When you can smell the leaves, the bark and the moss. Raising my head, I haltered.
Two steps in front of me was a tree.
About twice my height, and in the middle of the street.
It was beautiful, so green and so alive.
My impression of this place had been grey and dusty.
The tree seemed to be growing in one direction, towards the sky. Well upwards, the was not really visible. I reached out my hand and touched it, the soft and warm moss covering its bark were comforting. It would have been lovely if it had some fruit, but I settled for the smell of it.
There was a slight breeze, in the same way the tree was growing.
My heading.
I started walking again, but peeled of some of the moss-covered bark and put it in my pocket.
The pants, they were not mine, I had not noticed. Neither the shirt, white cotton, with soft grey stripes. Two buttons at the neck. The pants were light brown, and very soft, so I did not mind if they were mine or not.
Lamplight. As tall as the last one.
I could see further now, the fog was clearing, and the breeze caught on.
Both sides of the street were visible, and shops and restaurants came in to sight.
All empty, abandoned.
The uneasy feeling had gone away, and I was strolling. I actually felt nice, considering I had just woken up from lying unconscious on the ground, to find out that everyone had left.
I could not even remember who they were, or if had even known them. This town did not seem familiar. Not even from this world. The world that I knew that is, even if I could not remember what world I belonged to. I was human, that was clear, but different. Like from another time, or realm.
Perhaps a storybook.
The fog was almost gone now, and the beautiful buildings were all visible. More trees, that grew in the streets, and on top of buildings, stretching towards the blue sky.
Walking down this road made me feel uneasy, and I wanted to turn.
But what direction would I take? I kept going.
No one had answered my call. Perhaps no one had heard it.
Still the thick fog shortened my vision. The smell of the air was moist, but not cold.
Normally I follow the wind if I've lost my direction. Here, in this desolate place, were no wind to follow, nor shadows. There was light, but where it came from was hard to tell.
The sun hung in the sky, that was about all one could be certain of.
I past by another lamplight. It flicker off. Must be early morning.
My steps got louder.
Yet another lamplight, this one was taller, and looked down on me. I wanted to ask it where I was.
Looking down at the ground, the hard gravel, I wandered blindly on.
The smell in the air changed. It got fresher, like when you walk in to a forest. When you can smell the leaves, the bark and the moss. Raising my head, I haltered.
Two steps in front of me was a tree.
About twice my height, and in the middle of the street.
It was beautiful, so green and so alive.
My impression of this place had been grey and dusty.
The tree seemed to be growing in one direction, towards the sky. Well upwards, the was not really visible. I reached out my hand and touched it, the soft and warm moss covering its bark were comforting. It would have been lovely if it had some fruit, but I settled for the smell of it.
There was a slight breeze, in the same way the tree was growing.
My heading.
I started walking again, but peeled of some of the moss-covered bark and put it in my pocket.
The pants, they were not mine, I had not noticed. Neither the shirt, white cotton, with soft grey stripes. Two buttons at the neck. The pants were light brown, and very soft, so I did not mind if they were mine or not.
Lamplight. As tall as the last one.
I could see further now, the fog was clearing, and the breeze caught on.
Both sides of the street were visible, and shops and restaurants came in to sight.
All empty, abandoned.
The uneasy feeling had gone away, and I was strolling. I actually felt nice, considering I had just woken up from lying unconscious on the ground, to find out that everyone had left.
I could not even remember who they were, or if had even known them. This town did not seem familiar. Not even from this world. The world that I knew that is, even if I could not remember what world I belonged to. I was human, that was clear, but different. Like from another time, or realm.
Perhaps a storybook.
The fog was almost gone now, and the beautiful buildings were all visible. More trees, that grew in the streets, and on top of buildings, stretching towards the blue sky.
