They decided to drag me under.
It was no big deal really.
I remember... wet hands on my wrist
my shoulders, my ankles, my mouth
and I was under.
Somehow... it got even darker.
And I fell again.
Only this time in the icey water of the lake.
Breathless.
And dare I say... mildly afraid.
Bubbles escaped. Water sloshed and echoed in my head.
Is this how it will end.
Staring up at the rippling unlit empty...
the void that is somehow crawling away from me.
Retreating into an even deeper.
With the aid of dead relic anchors.
Was this my punishment for having hope?
Was this god's way of kicking in my teeth after mocking his previous attempts...
Forever is a long time to sink.
But that's what word I'd use to describe this.
Fell forever... only to sink forever.
Dragged down by the malicious macabre mortis.
But... my body is free of their weight.
I continue to sink... float?
Before long my back is bobbing on a foreign surface.
Have I fallen through the world?
I turn and gasp,
greedily inhaling the gratuitous gasses.
Up is down. Black is white.
Spotted is striped.
I crawl out of the tiny pool that once held the backdoor of my empty.
White sand... in every direction.
The occasional dune, the odd windworn rock surface.
And horizons upon horizons of cloudless sky.
I decide to follow the exhausted wind.
As there are no tracks or signs to obey.
...Why is there no sun in this country?
Am I inside myself or beside myself?
Why does the ground bleed...
after each fresh footstep.
