:: the absence of beings in this realm annoys me. :: :: I have no one to talk to but myself:: :: It annoys me beyond comprehension to be alone:: I am Always Alone! :: My voice echos in this place, empty of everything:: :: Does it echo because there is nothing?:: :: Then I will create something:: :: I sit on the ground and close my eyes. The wind in this place of twilight swirls around me:: :: all around me the ground shakes and from it come trees and grasses, bushes and flowers. The trees are taller than the highest buildings, and every once in a while, you can see a boulder or fallen log. A stream flows past me, where it becomes a small pond, but large enough to bathe in. On the other side of the pond, there is a small cottage, made of mud and wood. There are small windows on either side of the door, and the house is painted white, with a navy blue trim. My dress becomes navy blue, and my light blonde hair is up in a bun on top of my head. My face is delicately sculpted, and my body is long and slim. I wear a long gray cloak, and my Blue-gray eyes open, my chest heaving as if from great effort. I stand, and I know what my twilight realm looks like. After the forest thins, there is a meadow of tall grasses, swaying slightly, and beyond that is a beach, the sand a perfect white. The water is warm and clear, and the sea streches out past every horizon. Behind the forest rises a mountain, its peaks capped with white, untouched snow. There is a cave near the base of the mountain range, and inside it is warm and clean. Beyond the mountains, the land becomes meadow and then bog, and then lake. A river flows from the top of the mountains, a glacier melt, and makes its way, cold and clear, to the sea on the other side of my island. The only thing missing is another being to share it with:: :: I walk into the cottage and fall onto a small cot, waiting for the arrival of something else::