Land of Dubstep and Comets
The journey begins here. You don't know how you got here. It's all a blur. You don't remember how you got here. You remember inserting a game in your laptop and for the next fifteen minutes, your friend was changing your house all while hell was throwing a hissy-fit outside. You remember hearing a loud bam and then you woke up here. But where is "here"?
Among this land, there are beauties unimagined by any normal human. This land of green grass and purple skies has a secret about it. The ground pulses with an energy that radiates throughout the whole planet. A grid of small lights lays gently on the ground. A small beat can be heard. It sounds distant and makes the lights dance all around you slowly. The sky looks clouded with dark blue and purple puffs of clouds. Not a single speck of light or day breaks through. The breeze let's out a low hum pleasing to the ears. The fields are rolling on and on through what seems like an endless length of space. This land is calm. This land is serene.
You gather your bearings before standing to get a better look at what you are dealing with here. The ground looks soft with grass that reaches up to your shins. An imprint is left in the field where your body had lay. It seems you have been laying there for a while. The breeze brushes past you with a slight hum. You already assume you are not in Kansas anymore and have no dog to tell that to, not that you were in Kansas to begin with.
Then it starts up. A low beat off from the distance you assume. You are sure that some moron kidnapped you and left you in a field. You figure they probably just left their truck there with some dubstep music cranked way too high. Damn Juniors. They give you such a hard time in Highschool a lot. You sometimes wish you could round them all up in a truck and leave them in a field. Oh man is revenge sweet sometimes. The look on their faces would be priceless. That will teach them to never mess with you.
You shake your head and wipe the smug grin off your face. You begin wandering toward the source of the sound. Something isn't right though. Something is off about the ground. You could have sworn you were seeing a grid of lights dancing on the ground to the beat of the distant song. You lay a stern facepalm on yourself. Great, the morons hit you up with some weird drug you figure. You decide to ignore the lights and continue toward the source. It seems like you have been walking forever. How big is this field anyways? Your worry begins to grow. How will you get home? What will your folks think? Where are you going to get food and water?
It dawns on you that this must be all one giant illusion. It would make sense. Whatever those jerks gave you must have some weird effects making you think that you are lost and the ground has some funky lights on it. You are probably at home right now, safe in your bed. You decide to enjoy the dream while it lasts and keep walking. Your gaze turns to the sky. A mix or dark blue and purple clouds provide a canopy overhead. Their density just makes the land much more darker. Almost as if night was approaching but not quite there yet.
Your mind begins to wander a little toward what might be past the clouds only to be interrupted by a change in the beat of the song. It sounded quieter. The lights slowed to a near halt and the air grew eery with silence and loneliness. Your hair stands on your neck as you feel chills like something terrible is about to happen. You freeze for a second before you decide you can't take much more of the dread. You start running as fast as you can. You don't know where to or why. You just run. Then, all seven types of hell breaks loose. You decide this is no longer a dream or a drug trip. This is real life. This is real life and you are about to die.
This land holds a vicious secret. A red herring that lures you in like a fish. You wander around and before you know it, you're on the hook. Slowly reeling you in to your demise. The ground tremors and quakes in fury. The music kicks up and the beats dance in anger. The wind howls with enough energy to topple buildings. The pulsing of the land causes the fields to change their shape. Mountains and caves form. The grass slowly dies and turns to rocks. Then, the clouds part and the sky opens up. A black canvas dotted with stars all over. Hundreds of comets streaked the sky. The music roars and the world around you sparks with energy.
This land is rage. This land is wild.
This is the land of dubstep and comets.