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This week’s challenge: Topic A Distant Future 2 point challenge lyric by JJ Grey 1 point math term or equation.
The Meaning of Dreams Part two
A Distant Future
Walking deeper into the silent woods I thought I must be 99 shades of crazy. The silence unnerving, thick as the night around me. Stepping on a twig the resulting crack loud and echoing through the trees. Stopping cold, I waited, listening carefully to see if the sound had startled any of the woodland critters.
With every minute that passed, the night seemed only to grow darker and more silent. I no longer heard the voice calling, pleading. Was this walk futile? Was the one the voice belonged to beyond help? As I slowly and carefully began to walk again the night air became ever cooler.
When I finally reached the main path down the hill and deeper into the woods it was an easier walk. The path wider and more clear of debris that would alert the Wood of my presence, as if it did not already know. The shaft of light created by the flashlight I held slicing through the dark, yet showing little. I did not need the light to find my way here, this was my childhood playground, I knew these woods. I knew every path, a creek, every hillside. The light was more for the unexpected I might encounter. Like the source of the voice I know I heard.
As I reached a Mountain Laurel tree the flashlight suddenly went out and refused to light again. The air shifted around me, I felt as if I were passing through multiple layers of temperature divided into sections. I questioned my sanity as I passed from the cold into a pleasant warmth.
Moving somewhat confused around the tree I saw a landscape I did not recognize. What was going on? In front of me stood a clearing, the center of which was taken up by a small pond. Cattails grew along one side while the other had tall grasses that grew from the bank to the edge of the wood. As if on cue, bullfrog began to sing out, their deep voices echoing across the water. An owl called loudly from a nearby tree. One by one, lightening bugs began to sparkle and glitter over the water. Shaking my head I wondered what rabbit hole I had fallen down.
What is this place I whispered, but the words seemed loud in the night. Heard over everything else going on around me.
Then the voice I had heard earlier finally spoke again, “This, is a distant future. This is where magic happens. This, is a place of healing.”
“Who is there? Who are you?” I asked the voice in the dark.
“I am the addition to your imagination. I am the multiplier of your healing. I am the divider of your concerns, the subtraction of fears.”
“That sounds wonderful, but do you have a name?” With that question, I could have sworn I heard the entire wood gasp. I may have made a very bad error in my calculations with that question. The continuing silence only confirming my concerns. If I had, there may not be any more now, much less a distant future.