FALL

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I went into a place I' ve been before, and I don't even know how I got here.

It was how it used to, again, all I can see is white smoke.

I can't do anything, so I decided to walk through, and, as I go along, I saw veiled by the smoke, a small wooden gate.

Slowly, i pushed the piece apart,.creating small steps into a grass pathway.

I was led into  a simple cottage. The paint chipped, as wild vines made its way up every corner. Covering wooden walls.

With shivering hands i pushed open the thick.door. Creating a creaking sound  echoing.inside.

The place, i find so dark. Behind glassed windows i see.light,.but not a.single light made its way inside.

Each step.i took, the floorboards squeked.

I tried adjusting, but no.matter.how hard i try, the whole.place stayed pitch black.

I crept around, my arms reaching for a wall, for any surface,  for something solid. For everything.

As.my fingers hit something, i spread my palm to feel. It feels damp and soft. Like touching moss on rocks.

Suddenly, brightness exploded around,
Pushing pain into my eyes.

I found myself inside an empty place. No  trinkets littered the place.  My palm laid atop a couch.  Tattered, the.once blue shade now in an earthly colour as.moss.and flowering weeds found its way to grow in every surface. Eating away the comfort  of  cotton.

My feet carried me into a thick door, i wish to stop, but it felt like i had strings. It felt like, hands pull my threads, making me do things i doesnt wish to.

I was led into.a forest. Dark, and quiet. Tall weeds pushed me back, but i couldnt. As i walked further, i found myself stepping into a run down bridge. Decayed planks of wood lay lazily into tree trunks, held by thick vines. Beneath, a river too deep awaits. As reptiles watched hungrily. Their beady eyes, watching every movements i create.

I wanted to go back, but no.matter how hard i try, my feet refused to do my biddings.

Creaks form as i glided from one plank to.another. Every wood, i left, fell.into the dark waters, creating a deafening sound.

Suddenly, the bridge fell completely, my shouts heard by no one but the creatures waiting for my fall.

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