Anubis

The Present

I now know who I am. I have recovered some of my true memories.

I sit on the shore of a river. In the center the earth has collapsed, an odd footprint-like shape of water rushing downwards. It looks like a circular waterfall. Nobody knows for certain why it's there, or why the water rushes to the center of the earth so violently. It's haunting and beautiful. We call it the Step of God.

I used to come here when I was young to clear my mind because I believed God had actually been here.

It's a soothing place.

I can feel the velvety grass under my fingertips. White flowers surround me, little buds peeking through the blades. The sky is the most striking color of purple as it nears dusk, and stars are beginning to appear.

The water is deepening in color in the light. It's almost black now.

However, nothing will ever be as black as my thoughts.

I wrap my fingers around the dainty stem of one of the flowers and pull gently. I turn it over in my hands, examining its petals. Three small white petals that have the tiniest whisper of pink at the center, little brown eyes on each petal stare back at me. It's called the Somnium, because it causes hallucinogenic highs.

And it's how I've been coping.

I grab as many as I can, and start putting petals on my tongue. It's the sweetest taste, more delicious than the smell. They are violently addictive, and nobody does anything about it. With the rapid decline of the world, we're all a little addicted to something, and nobody judges.

My nerves are alive, and me worries begin to fade. I tiptoe to the edge of the water. The cold water stings my toes in the most pleasant way. I giggle and make my way further into the pool. The water slowly makes its way up my legs, and I feel so alive.

I'm putting more flowers in my mouth, spilling petals all over the water.

I didn't really mind it, the white looked so pretty against the glassy black,

I spread my arms and fingers and enjoy the bliss of a breeze on my skin as I reach the Step of God.

I talk to him here in my visions.

He usually whispers to me to come home.