:: 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::
