What the heck was that? I thought I already had the stamina of a polar bear from my explorations before in Antarctica, but then this? Oh dude, my body can't stand this cold a temperature. It makes me cold, it makes me shiver. The winds come to make it even colder and makes me bite my tongue, God knows how fast the shivers in my jaws were for it to bleed that quickly. I grunted out the extreme pain I felt, together with the intense cold I was feeling, and the darkness in the horizon, which almost makes me see nothing 5 meters afar. Other than that, what I can see not far from me were the ice grounds beneath my safety shoes, some piles of ice and snow - both scattered in the grounds, some in stocks; and there are icy rock formations too, which I only bothered to touch for merely a second, my hands seemed burnt by the cold when I touched a part of it. I try hard to walk on even after walking that seemed to last that long, staggering through the grounds and into the dark, half hoping this would end after only a few five steps forward. So I did.
And the sun came peeking, shone through green trees until sunlight finally touched my skin.
Ahhh, finally. I almost thought a while ago 'gimme a break', but damn that was fast. I was saved from the cold. And from a dark environment with icy grounds, now I'm walking on a bright forest with soil on my boots. I can feel soil sticking at my back as I laid down, but I didn't care. I can feel the comfortable warmth as it ran through my veins, through my body, and it made me feel relieved now the pain and the shivers were gone. Wait, is that water I'm hearing? Holy trees there's a river here too! Alright, swimming time and drinking time. It's transparency makes it look even more refreshing to drink. The water, especially the ones I drank eased my body even more. You see, the cold might give the body the illusion that it is not losing any fluids at the time, because sweat is not present while in the environment, but the fact is the more colder the temperature is, also the faster sweat evaporates, though you may not see it. Also, cooler temperatures also reduce the body's thirst response, so you won't really know until you are under the presence of edible - or should I say drinkable - water. Speaking of edible, together with the new environment I just walked in, there also were animals(there was a snake and a rabbit doing something like a wrestling match but the difference is that the rabbit was finally inside the snake's throat in just a few seconds, showing its shape in the snake's body), insects(there were spiders and butterflies and bees, which I took a hive from for the honey, which was OH SO GOOD BY THE WAY, THE STINGS WERE WORTH IT), and fishes(one bit me in the leg while I was drinking in the river, so I grabbed it and bashed its head on a rock nearby. Not revenge though, maybe. Let's just say I checked if it was indeed edible when cooked). It was overall very nostalgic, and nice, and I didn't even have any wounds. The trees' trunks were very what should I say, very real? So I went on walking, no, really, I ran in a straight line (again) from there and touched every tree as I did, as if they were bases or checkpoints to complete. Stepped on a centipede, but, that's all right. It'll probably be gone when I get back. Five steps forward.
Dry lands. A second ago I was stepping on wet soils, and now I'm here. It looked like I am in a valley, in between very tall and steep cliffs with lines of rocks on them. The soil is now brown with a touch of red, and the temperature here is hot, very hot, I can feel the sun's sting as it looked down on the landscape. But that's not what I'm here to feel. I'm here at what looks like the Grand Canyon, and I won't be able to climb? Hell no, the very reason you are dreaming something you want is because you want that to be real, right? This is what I've dreamt, so I am to climb it. I can feel the grin in my face, finally clutching my hand on rocks along the walls of a cliff I'd climb. I can't hide the fascination, the happiness, that I can now do it, even for just a bit. It was already the third rock and I was about four meters off the ground already, but still I raised my hand on to the farthest one I could clutch on. The friction was really great that my hands didn't slip in the process that I pulled myself up, and up, and up, swinging to the other side when there were only smooth ones above where I'm clutching, then held a rock again no matter how steep it may be, believing in my outstanding grip, and then went up, and up, and up.
Pulled myself up, and I am now at the top of the cliff. The sand grains in the air I breathe I didn't seem to care about because of the amazement, the excitement, the present victory, the adrenaline. I yelled out, I can't hide all those blissful feelings I feel inside, I just had to. No one will hear me anyway, since
no one else is here.
The massiveness of the setting caught my attention. The reddish lands stretched out kilo meters away, as if it was the only place there is. Like there was nothing else beyond everything, even beyond the horizon. Like you could run all you want around the whole wide place, only to make it a tiny bit near the most visible horizon even in a matter of hours. I looked down, then straight ahead the original direction I was facing a while ago, then looked down again. Then ahead, then walked five steps forward after running forward in full speed a second or two.
The fifth step was all it took, and it was like a layer of the ground you were stepping in disappeared, and you were descended to a ground just a millimeter lower. Though surprised at the sudden tripping-like sensation when I Snapped Out of it, I regained balance and looked around, as if just woken up from sleep. And there he was, standing on a finished, wooden like flooring, near a staircase with also wooden- like steps and white handrails with a touch of wooden like design on it. I liked the theme of white and wood color though, it's giving a, how should I say, a calming atmosphere.He was of age, wearing only black shoes and a black suit with white shirt inside that showed his fit figure, despite the earlier. Welcoming with a gesture of a salesman, he smiled very naturally.
"Monsieur, what do you think? It suit you good?"
"Well it does, Mister. The other portions of the house were really just okay, and relaxing, but that one? Oh, boy. That was far from relaxing!"
He delivered a confused look, his French accent even more obvious,"I'm confused Monsieur, do you like it or no?"
"I liked it very much. It's just that how I said it, Mister, is that despite the house being all that simple and relaxing, and seemingly normal, that one sure was not!" I pointed my thumb behind my back as I talked, then came closer, eyes with excitement. "That one was definitely the opposite of those, because it was exciting, it boosts the adrenaline, and, the existence of that itself is far from simple, it is extraordinary!"
The man looked relieved,"Ah, I see Monsieur, then you had liked it very much, yes? Well, let's talk business, are you purchase the property now?"
"Yes. Yes sir."
"How would you like to pay?"
"In cash, please."
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OoN: out of nowhere
General Fictiona futuristic house with very realistic habitat virtualizations. a different version of the afterlife. a usual day turned unusual in seconds. That's a few. What else can there be? stories. weirdness. immediacy. all in one place (like I hope it shou...
