The mist disappeared into the foresaken air, dried , dreaded of its sole purpose. A single breath in this lifeless soul splurted out in relief .
Yet it existed.
The gate was open.
The non-luminous shape yet lived, engraved in the antique floor; still.
This scenery, this picture, this memory gave a glimpse of the bitter present.
In the absence of material, the puddle broke. Like solid rock it fell, crashing onto the ground , splashing into molten fluid. There it lay deformed of self, destructed of beleif. Diminutive waves were born on the borders of this flawed creature, roared as it spread everywhere.
I gulped all the air I could scavenge.
I couldn't feel my feet.
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eyElid
Mystery / ThrillerYou don't know who you are, what you are and even where you are. You can feel your body, your feelings and your surrounding. Everything keeps changing. Can you dare to survive, to know the TRUTH?
