It was magnificent. It was so big that it didn't look real. It looked like it belonged in some sort of universe where fairies and pixie dust are real. It looked like it belonged on display. It was emanating a white glow that looked like it was throbbing almost. It was only about three feet in length and width but it's height was indescribable. It looked like it went past the atmosphere. I almost wanted to join the rocks to praise it. It looked like a crystalline rock that was almost cut into rectangular blocks and then placed there. It wasn't perfect and that's what made it so beautiful. Some of the blocks were hanging over the edge and some were in too far. It was just so beautiful. I decided that this would be my camp. I felt like it needed a name. So I chose, Sky Needle.
Then, I remembered what I was supposed to be doing. I was about to leave the Sky Needle when I noticed that it was getting dark. I don't know how I knew that night time means that the sun lowers in the west so it gets dark, but I just did. So, I made camp. I gathered some brush and big leaves from the trees to make at least some cushion for a bed. Since it was a jungle, I didn't need a fire. The humidity made me uncomfortable though.
I put my head down on a pile of leaves, tomorrow, I'd work on a better camp, but this will have to do for tonight. Then, I slept.
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Alone
AventuraTrapped in a cell for her whole life, at the age of 15 makes a plan for escape only to find that there is much more torment to come
