They were not real, she knew, she felt it as she touched the trees around her, trees made of silver wood, silver like the bangles on someones arms, or the earrings hanging from someones ears. It was a silver of metal that coated such wood.
Amazement in her eyes she looked at the leaves, they were of glass, glass green, stained glass that changed colors in the peacock blue sky. The sky was clear, but eh glass did not reflect such, darkening as if it was full of clouds, then lighting again, and again. It was changing color now, orange, red, burgundy, sunset, autumn, the leaves turned back to the green of grass. They fitted perfectly on the silver trees. A bird twittered somewhere when the leaves rustled in the wind. She expected to hear chimes, like wind chimes yet it was not so, they rustled like any leaves would.
Her legs were tired from following a path that no longer existed, that suddenly dissipated, she. She felt as if she was going down hill, she was warm in the sun soft, pliant, yet she noticed, she thought everything looked like a forest trees around her, surrounding her, but it was not, not a forest. It was just imitating something it once saw, she didn’t want the forest to spring to life around her but it seemed it would.
The bear was bigger than life, It seemed bigger than the forest. It towered over the trees, she looked up at it, craning her head up above, toward its head, she expected the bear to be brown, but it was not, it was a mix of colors, brown in its fur, with white around its eyes,, it had a black coat around its shoulders and there was more white and brown upon its feet, its paws bleaker than black.
She sat there staring at the towering bear in front of her, it was large, and tall and she wanted nothing more than to curl up at its feet and be protected but she could nto be, she knew she could never be, for it would not accept her. Her feet were planted as she continued to stare in awe, until the bear opened its wide maw, and in it she saw
The black void of space, filled with galaxies and planets and crashing meteorites and rushing comets going by and she saw the stars filling the night sky coming closer and closer than ever, there was the world in front of her, filled with death and life and many many cries of needless life, she saw the swirling surfaces of planets filled with gas and the icy tundras of watery doom, she looked and looked.
The key was as black and brown as her eyes, it was like a long rod, one that drew lightning, it had a box like cube fixed on one end of it. It was a key she knew, but the key didn’t look like any other she had ever seen.
She picked it up and examined it at all angles. Looking at the box attached to it, it was small and wasn’t and bigger than her finger. The rod was as big as her arm and when she touched it her fingers came back covered in dust and grime. The key was still black as lead the cube on the end had not changed
she wanted to keep it some how, her she knew it was hers, a part of her, something she had lost and now needed to pick up again. She held it in her hand wanting the key to come with her did she have a pocket to carry it with? Or or should she just leave it, leave it and never look back because she may want it but she didn’t think it was hers was it?
The water had ice in it, floating on by. Ice on top of the river, not a stream or a small creak, but a river, rushing and full. She was on the banks and could not jump over it, the ice on it was very thin, she saw the strong currents hacking it into tiny pieces, floating down. She could not see the end to the rushing river, going by her as it did so.
She was worried, how was she to cross a river raging so quickly. But did she want to cross? The water was cold, cold and blue, so blue like the sky, but a mixture of many shades and colors of blue. She watched it all go by. It was hypnotizing how the colors all blended together and came apart to see. She thought she could see more colors of blue than there were. She leaned forward.
It looked deeper than her waist, she was afraid of going in, the water would break beneath her feet and swallow her whole, she would not come up she knew, she would feel the freezing in her veins and she would gasp and swallow and try to breath over the rushing river, but her head would not come for air, getting pushed down under. The water was not to be touched.
The wine glass was standing at the other side of the river, she was warm and the smell of the forest was in the air. She had to get to the cup, a curiosity, not to be denied, rose in her. She looked down on the water and decided. It was not to be denied, she had to get to the cup.
She stepped onto the river which stilled for her. The world around her holding its breath, she walked toward the other side and and she saw the wine glass had gold on it. It was embroidered with it, it had designs of flowers and birds and flames, designs like one sees on something custom made. The rim was very much laced with gold and silver, with rubies in between and other gems complimenting the entire wine glass.
She picked it up, she took it. She was cold and shivering, her nose felt like it was red and her cheeks were very much cold and scratch. She turned around and dipped the cup in the river. The world around her frozen and broken, moved once again, the sun’s absence was no more and the forest once again filled with sound like any other normal forest. She came back.
Death and death, so deadly silent. She had walked on, river water carried in the cup before her. She could no longer see the water behind her and she stood on a deathly wasteland. The trees were barren and broken, ashes on her tounge and in the air, falling like rain.
The trees were gone, gone, gone. White as blank as clouds before her there was no more, death and death.
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