DIMINUTIVE LIVES
The trolley had stopped, and you stepped off. The trolley had begun again its journey, and left the station, leaving only you behind. Far, far, far in the distance was the orange sea being enveloped by the darkness; the setting sun. Behind you, though, was the orange sea swallowing the night sky; the rising sun. The ground was flat, and without imperfection. It was smooth, glass-like even, and was milky white. You didn't know why, but you knew. It was a road.
A few feet in front of you was an edge. The edge of a road. You approached the edge, and peered down. Down, down, down below was a gothically structured city. Nothing was there to light up the buildings, but by luck you could make out each building's shadowy body. You looked to your right. The end of a road was there which curved to a thin point. You looked straight to the opposite end of the road. The road formed a long crescent.
The other end of the road expanded, and was topped with a small town lit with festivities and fireworks. The town was old; medieval possibly. Anext the old town was something big. Was it a building? No. It was far too smooth and narrow. You noticed it's slow breathing patterns. It was a giant beast! You were worried, and felt you needed to tell the townspeople of their peril, but the beast did nothing but breathe, yet you still felt the need to warn the people.
You began to run. You ran, and ran, and ran. Your pace never faltered. You never grew tired. You watched the beast as you ran, but it never moved. The town was still celebrating merry festivities, yet it still was in ignorance of the beast towering over them. It felt like days. The sky never changed, and the town never stopped its festivities.
Days, and days, and days had passed. The sky never changed. You finally reached the town. You stared into the open street lit by lanterns. Children ran around and played with others kids. Men and women alike strolled throughout the street. None of them noticed the menacing monstrosity which loomed over them.
You began to speak. As you started, you blinked once, and your vision changed. You were utterly horrified. You no longer saw the happy festivities that were everywhere. Instead, you saw decay, destruction, and traces of tragedy. The buildings were in ruin. Some had tumbled which had left wood beams and bricks spewed across the streets. The children were gone, the men were gone, the women were gone. Everyone was gone, but you couldn't find any traces of them. No blood, no cries, no corpses.
The monster which loomed over the town was no longer there. Suddenly those days of running had tired you, and you fell onto your back. You looked at the sky above you. All you saw was darkness. No stars, no orange, and no hope. Just pitch blackness.