01-16-2020, 01:48 PM
Of all places to remain unchanged, it is the field.
The sight dawns a splendid bout of laughter that brightens the light of Dillan’s face the moment she steps forward and away from the treeline. It has been decades – centuries? – since she last stepped on this soil, and while much has changed, there remains a glimmer of the past in these rolling hills. A soft breeze whispers through the new, spring grass and presses a kiss to her cheek as she stands immobile among the knots of conversation. In her chest, the rhythm of her heart increases. Once, she had a home and would come here to invite new life into the Dazzling Waterfalls, then one day the Forbidden Waterfall. Now, she arrives confused and lost among the masses. Their faces melt together, a cacophony and likeness that forces a hitch in her step.
Truthfully, she thought herself with purpose by first returning to the world of the living. Obviously, there’s a reason for her to be extracted from the eternal and placed among this changed place. Alas, Larva is nowhere to be seen, nor their children. Her wanderings have been aimless, her conversations minimal.
Perhaps, after all, there is no real reason that she is here, except to live again. To thrive. To have a second chance.
Taking a breath, Dillan resigns to the latter point of view. Her nature is to seek purpose, to aim for a goal, but for the first time, her mind unravels. It loosens its grip on all she has ever known and succumbs to simply being in the moment, to simply being here instead of looking ahead to the next step. With a sigh, Dillan closes her eyes and pierces through the wall of reluctance.
When she opens them, she is moving forward, deeper into the one place she knows but with a mind more open than it has ever been. The manner of the field hasn’t changed, not the purpose or the hills. Forcing a determined grin, Dillan halts amid the murmurs and absorbs every sight and smell she can in her purgatory.
The sight dawns a splendid bout of laughter that brightens the light of Dillan’s face the moment she steps forward and away from the treeline. It has been decades – centuries? – since she last stepped on this soil, and while much has changed, there remains a glimmer of the past in these rolling hills. A soft breeze whispers through the new, spring grass and presses a kiss to her cheek as she stands immobile among the knots of conversation. In her chest, the rhythm of her heart increases. Once, she had a home and would come here to invite new life into the Dazzling Waterfalls, then one day the Forbidden Waterfall. Now, she arrives confused and lost among the masses. Their faces melt together, a cacophony and likeness that forces a hitch in her step.
Truthfully, she thought herself with purpose by first returning to the world of the living. Obviously, there’s a reason for her to be extracted from the eternal and placed among this changed place. Alas, Larva is nowhere to be seen, nor their children. Her wanderings have been aimless, her conversations minimal.
Perhaps, after all, there is no real reason that she is here, except to live again. To thrive. To have a second chance.
Taking a breath, Dillan resigns to the latter point of view. Her nature is to seek purpose, to aim for a goal, but for the first time, her mind unravels. It loosens its grip on all she has ever known and succumbs to simply being in the moment, to simply being here instead of looking ahead to the next step. With a sigh, Dillan closes her eyes and pierces through the wall of reluctance.
When she opens them, she is moving forward, deeper into the one place she knows but with a mind more open than it has ever been. The manner of the field hasn’t changed, not the purpose or the hills. Forcing a determined grin, Dillan halts amid the murmurs and absorbs every sight and smell she can in her purgatory.