Daily Challenge

November 8th, 2023 - Foreteller

I was on top of the hill. The greenery was so fast below me with mountains and valleys. The darken sky was above me with blue hue and stars.

The true me was at the back of my mind when this happened. The other me with the golden eyes was at front, moving my limbs in a trance dance. The body of me was the puppet on a string, swaying.

In the crooks and crannies of the world, stories unfold. They are shaky and blurry as the times merge into one. Tales of the past, the present, and the future melted and mixed into shadows. They emerged as silhouette on the screen, moving and waltzing around the sephia shaded background.

The true me jumped out, making the other me's dance halted. I saw a tiny spec at the waterfall up the creek near the village. I saw a little girl on a tree. I saw her little hand tried to reach a red flower.

A release, a fall, and a plunge. An amputated leg, a wedding, and a fire ablaze. A plague, a downfall, and a risen civilization.

I looked at the flapping moon, counting its age with my knuckles and murmuring a chant. Then the dance continued. The humming wind continued.

It's a harsh steps, but it's good. They would survived and the mother nature would flourish. It's good.

And I kept moving my limbs through the night, till the dawn, till I met the sun.
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