don't know how long I lay there, drifting in and out of consciousness.
I felt myself being lifted by a corpulent being wrapped in thick,
coarse dark brown cloth. I was placed into a wooden cart with large
wooden wheels. I noticed that I was lying on animals skins of all
sorts, or more specifically, things dead. The stench was overwhelming,
and I passed out again.
came to on and off, with the buzzing of flies all around. As I lifted
my head as high as I could, I saw that the same individual who had
lifted me was now pulling the cart along a thoroughfare. We passed
building after building, with the orange glow of the sunset or of
fires blazing all around being reflected in the windows far above.
thunder resounded all around, probably still the echoes of the war
that was constantly ongoing. And I passed out again.
don't know how many miles this person dragged me, yet he inched
onward ever forward. Slowly, trudging, the wheels clattered on wartorn
streets. The stench made me gag and choke. My head was matted with
dried blood, and the pain I felt was dull and numbing.
seems that I was carted away from the city for days. Now when I
came to I noticed that the buildings had becomes mountains, looming
upward into clouds and deep blue sky. Yet there was a constant glow
of orange reflected as though fires were yet burning fiercely all
what seemed like an eternity, I suddenly felt myself being pulled
out of the cart. I was lifted not so gently, and dropped onto the
ground before a wrought iron gate opened outward. There behind the
gate were rosebushes overgrown and barren. There wasn't a single
flower. Only there in the center of the gateway, I noticed a young
person with long flowing black hair and a sincerely beautiful countenance.
I don't know if it was male or female, but I was beckoned to come
took every ounce of energy that I had to move at all. Yet I moved.
I stood and walked toward the being, who had a deep red rose in
hand, and gestured that I go to my left.
before the mountains, no longer wartorn and ravaged, I saw a bench
and went to sit down. I sat and rested, hoping to regain my strength.
I felt water fall onto my head, my face, my body. It was misting.
I passed out again.
was wonderful to lie stretched across the bench. I slept for hours,
maybe even days. I could feel the healing sensation of the sunshine
mixed with the cooling effects of the rain. I never felt hungry
nor even thirsty. At last, with renewed strength I was able to sit
up. As I sat up, I looked to my right. There beside me sat a young
man whose head was enormous and misshapen, whose torso dwindled
curiously into legs that appeared too small and thin to carry the
weight of its owner. He began to speak.