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Rocks, rocks, where do they begin? Vehicles of inertia and energy? Perhaps a bit more. But how strange it seems that they mirror the energetics of life. Not unlike a child just torn from the womb, a boulder sits atop the mountain with as much potential as it will ever have. A strong breeze, a tremor in the slope, and like any catalyst, the potential is realized. Or it is not. It is a bit depressing when you think about it, I can’t deny.
That a creature never exhibits more promise than from the first moment their fluttering soul is plucked from the ether. And after a string of tumbles and disappointments, a life mired in the crack and clang of that down river tumble, what are we left with? A mountain withered to nothing more than a polished stone. A disappointment, veneered in the illusion that the trip down stream was worth the weathering.
Is that all that we are, you and I? And was it I that felt the misfortune of our collision, stricken down in reverence to gravity? Or was it you that suffered my presence, forever feeling the ripples of my guiding hand?
It’s a thing worth pondering…don’t you think?
It wasn’t any particular sensation that pulled him from the darkness. Rather, it was the rising amalgamation of different senses, converging against the fading tutelage of a would-be mentor, that drew in a sharp and abrupt breath. The semi-metallic pang on a predictable cadence, punctuated outwards from the ripples of a cavern-born water droplet against dimpled stone, stirred memories of a calm heartbeat. The distant crash of water in a tumultuous storm stood in almost perfect rhythm for the rise and fall of a chest. The warmth that flickered nearby, casting long shadows from stalactites against the wall, served as a cold reminder of something that seemed just slightly out of reach.
“Dat the plan, is it? Sleep all day while your old friend…” The sound of wood and coal shifting blotted out the noise of the nearby water droplet, falling to the floor. “...ah, I don’t know why I’m belly aching. It’s not like I can go anywhere anyway.”
Rain finally felt the weight of his eyelids after coming to and with considerable effort, the golden eyes lidded to a cavern, lit warmly by fire. It was a small but presumably protected cavern, having what appeared to be several stretches before extending to the entrance. It was there that the stone seemed to swirl in murky striations of obsidian and basalt as it stabbed outwards from the cavern mouth in jagged peaks. Based on the sound of the crashing waves against a shoreline, Rain assumed that it was a mild jaunt down from there and likely entirely vertical.
Across from him, a dark figure sat on rocks and tended to a humble fire. “You know how hard it is to dig a hole in a cave…hmm?” He pointed the smoldering stick at Rain accusingly, who was largely just a head with the remainder of his body buried under fresh wet sand. “Your kind has no business near water like this and you, more than most, should know better. With your recent...sensitivity.”
“I…” His mind felt addled, as if he were wandering through fog. “I’m not…I can’t remember why I’m here. Or what happened.” He was thirsty and the sound of the waves beating against the foot of the cave didn’t help.
“Oh.” The figure leaned back, free hand pressed against his knee. “Dats an easy one. I invited you.”
That a creature never exhibits more promise than from the first moment their fluttering soul is plucked from the ether. And after a string of tumbles and disappointments, a life mired in the crack and clang of that down river tumble, what are we left with? A mountain withered to nothing more than a polished stone. A disappointment, veneered in the illusion that the trip down stream was worth the weathering.
Is that all that we are, you and I? And was it I that felt the misfortune of our collision, stricken down in reverence to gravity? Or was it you that suffered my presence, forever feeling the ripples of my guiding hand?
It’s a thing worth pondering…don’t you think?
It wasn’t any particular sensation that pulled him from the darkness. Rather, it was the rising amalgamation of different senses, converging against the fading tutelage of a would-be mentor, that drew in a sharp and abrupt breath. The semi-metallic pang on a predictable cadence, punctuated outwards from the ripples of a cavern-born water droplet against dimpled stone, stirred memories of a calm heartbeat. The distant crash of water in a tumultuous storm stood in almost perfect rhythm for the rise and fall of a chest. The warmth that flickered nearby, casting long shadows from stalactites against the wall, served as a cold reminder of something that seemed just slightly out of reach.
“Dat the plan, is it? Sleep all day while your old friend…” The sound of wood and coal shifting blotted out the noise of the nearby water droplet, falling to the floor. “...ah, I don’t know why I’m belly aching. It’s not like I can go anywhere anyway.”
Rain finally felt the weight of his eyelids after coming to and with considerable effort, the golden eyes lidded to a cavern, lit warmly by fire. It was a small but presumably protected cavern, having what appeared to be several stretches before extending to the entrance. It was there that the stone seemed to swirl in murky striations of obsidian and basalt as it stabbed outwards from the cavern mouth in jagged peaks. Based on the sound of the crashing waves against a shoreline, Rain assumed that it was a mild jaunt down from there and likely entirely vertical.
Across from him, a dark figure sat on rocks and tended to a humble fire. “You know how hard it is to dig a hole in a cave…hmm?” He pointed the smoldering stick at Rain accusingly, who was largely just a head with the remainder of his body buried under fresh wet sand. “Your kind has no business near water like this and you, more than most, should know better. With your recent...sensitivity.”
“I…” His mind felt addled, as if he were wandering through fog. “I’m not…I can’t remember why I’m here. Or what happened.” He was thirsty and the sound of the waves beating against the foot of the cave didn’t help.
“Oh.” The figure leaned back, free hand pressed against his knee. “Dats an easy one. I invited you.”