oasis guide
Mar 22, 2022 20:27:21 GMT -5
Post by arctic on Mar 22, 2022 20:27:21 GMT -5
The light filters through just enough to give light to the trees and a shimmer to the water in this underground monument of earth. It provides beauty to this wet, glimmering oasis, which is a weird thing to say for the subterranean place. Most people conceive anything under the surface of the earth as hell. It's depicted as red and hot, flames licking the walls and roof, making the weight of the sinners of the world equate to the underground heat that those who passed.
This was nothing like that. Butterflies, lightly dancing around as the light would occasionally shine on them as the holes from the top provide light to the underground.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, I thought I died. Maybe the vine that whipped at us poisoned us in such a way that we would die moments later in our sleep. That the ceiling up above us was some sort of messed up trick - where our brains were messed with neurologically to make us think we were alive. Or that we would stare up at this blank wall and be forced to wonder how we fucked up to get there.
I thought that I had entered hell - or that weird middle ground I've read of - and was worried my legacy would be dying from a plant.
Yikes.
I shook myself from those thoughts as I stood up and moved about, telling myself that I was real and I was still alive. Or so I hope. I don't know what being dead is like, but I figure it's not anything like this.
The butterflies seem to know more about this world, or at least, in this realm. They flutter with a purpose, so I guess I'll follow.