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07/30/11(Sat)19:40 No.15761269>>15761105 You arrive at the motel later in a daze, cold, shivering and feeling sick. The rain keeps relentlessly beating at you as you open the door, the gutters overflowing in the streets. Somehow, you manage to climb up to the first floor, and step into a room. You hear a concerned voice calling out your name, the words distant, coming from the end of long tunnel. Without replying, you lean against the wall, and slowly slide down to the floor, crawling into a corner to sleep, curling up like a wounded animal.
You dream.
A devastated landscape lies around you, forests and glades burned down, ash and soot trailing in the air. The place seems familiar, some connection lingering between it and you. The sigh of the destruction fills you with pain, something close to you, a part of you, gone.
As you walk around, you spot a strange plant, no, a sapling, growing out from the scorched ground, it's leaves and branches alien, different from anything you have seen before, yet it's sight gives you a renewed sense of hope. You step closer, the thing growing in front of your eyes, becoming a huge tree, towering above it's surroundings, branches reaching out all around. Small flowers and fruits blossom, filling the air with sweet, heavy scents.
You wake to the unyielding hardness of the wooden floor underneath you, noting that someone threw a blanket over you while you slept. The pain has faded, though you feel a change, something fundamentally different in you. (cont.) |