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I made a move in 2017 to a town I had only been to once or twice previously. There is a park, a forest, close to my new home where I had many an hour's walk that summer. It was easy to lose myself for an hour or two while in there, and in such a spark hit me and began to grow. The November of that year I began to explore that place in a different way and this tale is what came from that exploration.
During March of 2026 I returned to that exploration. New edits expanded on what already was. So, if you would like, perhaps you can come with me and we can go get lost together ...
That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.
And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul ...
The sea sparkles, it glistens and shimmers on a day of calm that sees no wave crash into the rock formation that separates the worlds of water and land. Seagulls rest on nearby rooftops, basking in the Spring-time sunshine ... waiting for the waves to rear up and clash with the rocks separating sea from land to bring the goodies of the sea to them as if the arrival of an impending storm can be sensed ... coming in from the horizon or possibly soon to be displaced from somewhere much closer.
The smell of salt and seaweed is carried on the soft cool breeze as it makes its way up through the town that many believe they know ever so well though only a few can truly know at all. And that scent floating through the town surely suggests that there is no impending storm ... scents can be misleading ...
For this town hides a secret from the rest of the world; it also hides the secret quite well from a lot of its own inhabitants. So few indeed know this secret well; most do not and those who do know rarely if ever speak of it. There are those who have experienced it at its best and at its worst though there are only a few who have come through the experience with a memory fully intact.
Some of those who experienced the secret in some form or other, remember something but are unsure as to what that something is, while others have no memory at all. When it, the secret, whatever the secret is, comes calling ... it does so with seeking something as individual as each individual that answers that cal so happens to bel, whether or not they realize they indeed are answering a call.
What it is that is being answered is something that could be anyone's guess and no one's guess too.
A feeling lives here, and it is difficult to explain if even it could be explained or understood. People come here to this town and do not know why they have come. Some will experience this secret and even while it occurs will be at a loss for what it is they are experiencing. It will not affect everyone though most of whom it will affect will in fact remember nothing when it passes them by ... if it passes them by.
Very few will remember everything as for some, it is as if it never really happened though it has happened and will again. Those who are affected leave something behind, most do this unwillingly and some themselves are left behind completely. One individual will not just leave something behind, he will give it everything to the point he will merge with it, become it for indeed this has already happened, and it will happen again and again until the end of time.
If it were to call you then you would come too. The chance of knowing what it is you are coming to is as good as slim to none, still you will come ... in fact you are invited, more than invited, your presence is insisted upon. That being put out there, a message has been received and acknowledged, consciously or not.
Your arrival is not so much anticipated as it is expected for you have already come, your story already told. It lives in the past as much as it does in the present and the future. A calm is to be interrupted; a storm is coming ...
... The sea now swells, its waves come in thick, fast, and heavy and crash against the high and lengthy rock formation which rests at the base of this relatively small coastal town. Seagulls move in to hover over the crashing waters and they dive, risking it all for whatever the waves may bring hurtling into those rocks.
