I walk through the forest in the dead of night. All I can hear are cricket chirps and a rustle from the slight breeze in the air.
I don't wonder why I'm there. It just feels... right. Like I'd seen it a million times before.
I look around and see the tall sleek trees, reaching for the stars.
I look down and see the moon-tanned moss on the rocks below.
Astonished by the full moon, gleaming through the small opening in the trees, my eyes seemed to shine back. With inspiration. Hope.
I walk a few steps forward, and I hear something.
A song, coming from somewhere in that forest. I can't tell where it's coming from, but I'm mesmerized. It's a complex tune, but the person- whoever it was- was playing it wonderfully.
Lost in the music, I wandered, in search of the mysterious tune.
I step forward once more and hear a voice.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Before I had a chance to turn, the scene in front of me began to disappear. I was suddenly surrounded by a white void of nothingness.
And that's when I suddenly jumped off my pillow, breathing heavily.
My pale eyes crazed, yet unseeing.
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Blindsighted
General FictionThis is the story of a girl who has never been given the chance to see the world around her as she experiences color via dreams. Watch as she goes through school with extreme difficulty with her knowledge going no further than a black screen. See h...
