November 25, 2013 - 11:43pm — Embark
My world, much like your world, is a fabrication. Much unlike your world, though, my world doesn't exist. I seem to be lost forever in my dreams, drifting along through an endless black sea reflecting stars overhead. I just float, cannot move. The only feeling I have is the pain deep in my chest, in my heart. It sets my blood vessels aglow and burns in my center as if the heart that once was there was replaced by embers. No matter how hard I try my heart doesn't even spark, just slowly burns. Sometimes, though, it will flicker into a light flame. The weight of the tinder inside it will be removed, my spirit lifted for a moment... a light among many other lights. I am not conscious for this, but I like to think I am burning brighter than those other lights.
But when I grow dim I grow dormant. I just float on in that black sea beneath the night sky filled with stars.
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Gently I am lifted from the inky sea. The darkness clings on in a coat of thick blue. My skin sparkles with s thousand stars, clustered together like galaxies from the inky sea. Gently, the sea is wiped from my form. I float gently through this bath of white dew, a cloud made to cleanse the darkness from body and soul. The little spark in my heart jumps, fearful of the wetness yet happy to be rid of the sea that it worked so hard to light past. The cumulus soothes me. I could float here forever, but that is not the plan for me.
Springy moss cradles me now. My heart-spark calmly flickers. A small flame burns within now, a candle inside. Hope.
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I sit here, my body heavier than before. It seems that things around me had begun shrinking over the course of these days and nights. It is an enchanting thing, to grow outwardly. Two tree limbs have grown forth from my head, though they seem to be made much more strong than the wooden boughs. Are they stone, maybe? Or is it that they are Being, like me? If they grew from me, they must be Being.
