When the Water's Dried

Strange Highs and Strange Lows

Luna was now nearly wrapped in vines, with the small gaps in between them being her only light. As if she had been turned into a statue, her arms and legs could hardly move due to being mercilessly bound to the wall with the tendrils.

With as much strength as she could muster, Luna forced her right hand forward, clutching onto some of the vines in front of it. She tensed up as the thorns pierced into her palm, creating small openings for blood to drip out of, but she had to keep going. Ignoring the pain as best she could, Luna tore the branches out of the way, now being able to see past them a little better. She repeated the same action with her left hand, which in turn caused her to bleed from there too.

Keep going, she encouraged herself as she attempted to kick against the vines, hoping to split them in half. As she extended her leg out more, the vines coiled around it, seemingly transferring all their strength to the center so that they wouldn't be so easily destroyed. Luna tried not to scream as thorns dug into her left leg, drawing out her blood like a vampire.

In order to reinforce her resistance to the vines, Luna continued to kick against them. Once they felt like they were close to snapping, Luna gave one final kick, now being able to freely move her left leg.

Now that the vines were no longer tightly shackling her, Luna lunged herself against them. Thanks to the layers of her dress, she had some protection from the thorns, as she didn't receive as many scratches and gashes. As Luna continued to throw herself at the vines, she began to work on freeing her right leg.

Replicating the process she did with her left leg, all four of her limbs were able to liberally move around. All that was left was the vines around her body. She clenched both hands around the vines, plundering them out of her way as if she were literally tearing a body to shreds without any mercy. This was enough to force her to the ground, now completely free from her snare.

Standing up slowly to minimize the excruciating pain, Luna straightened out her legs in an almost robotic-like manner. There was no mirror in the room, but she didn't need one to know that scrapes and cuts danced all over her arms and legs, thin strokes of blood drizzling down. The vines created lacerations in her pink dress, which only dug deeper with her attempts to break out of them. Some of its inner layers were now spilling out like a pile of intestines.

Now able to look fully around the blank room, Luna noticed a black door propped against the wall opposite the vines. While the vines may have temporarily obscured her view, the gaps were wide enough to let her know that door wasn't there prior. As the room was unreservedly white with the exception of the forest green vines, the door seemed like it wasn't meant to be there. Either way, Luna didn't care, as it was obviously the way out from wherever she was.

As she sauntered over towards the mysterious door, blood dribbled down from her fingers and calves, leaving behind a trail of dots and adding a tiny splash of color to the barren room. Placing her hand on the knob, she twisted it to reveal what would hopefully be her exit.

Just like in the dream she had two nights ago, Luna was welcomed with a vast purple sky and fluffy pink clouds scattered throughout. Different flowers in all kinds of colors were planted throughout the land, the most common being the purple bluebells that sprung up in various locations. Some had internal lights, illuminating the otherwise dark nighttime scape, vetoing the need for electricity in the area. Transparent glowing butterflies danced around the blossom medley, creating a mystical vibe that one would think only existed in fairy tales. Tall summer trees stood guard among the flowers like protective spirits. Not too far from her was the healing spring, which she could really use right now. She was back in the field.