One-Shots and Short Stories

Do you know of forests?(̶D̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶e̶t̶e̶r̶n̶i̶t̶y̶?̶)̶

Its bright, was the only thought you had.

How did you get here?(̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶p̶l̶a̶c̶e̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶f̶a̶m̶i̶l̶i̶a̶r̶)̶

(Dear wanderer do you know?)

In this clearing of meadow grass(̶a̶ ̶g̶r̶e̶e̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶o̶ ̶v̶i̶b̶r̶a̶n̶t̶)̶, surrounded by pines.

(Of the eternal things that  lie here?)

You look up and your breath catches, Rolling hills, steep cliffs, it was unmistakable.

This was a mountain. (̶w̶h̶y̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶a̶l̶m̶?̶)̶

An eternity lied in those hills was your second thought.

(Of What forever brings?)

Above you was a sky,(̶b̶l̶u̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶s̶h̶a̶d̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶r̶i̶l̶l̶i̶a̶n̶t̶)̶, with rolling clouds high above.

The sun was bright,shining gentle on you from its zenith.

A shadow moved across the ground as a hawk flew.

(Of the cost of eternity?)

It circles never getting higher, never getting lower.(̶T̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶a̶w̶k̶)̶

And endless loop, an eternal circle that will never end.

You stare for hours,(̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶d̶a̶y̶s̶,̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶m̶i̶n̶u̶t̶e̶s̶,̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶w̶e̶e̶k̶s̶)̶, this was not how physics work.

(Do you know child?)

Cracks slowly form on the ground,the edges of the clearing crumbles.

The hills and cliffs below you fade into oblivion.

You pay it no mind nothing here can hurt you.(where does this certainty come from?)

(Of its price?)

The cracks have reached you now, they run through the clearing now.

the hills and cliffs are gone, there is only the clearing and a few pines left

The clearing falls into infinity and you fell with it.(why are you calm?)

(you don't need to learn of its price.)

The hawk dives,beak open(rows upon rows of teeth)to rip into its prey.

Golden eyes(the color of the sun) focused on you.

It was big enough to swallow you whole.

(You already know it.)

Black engulfs you vision as the hawk gets closer.

The sky was a shirting swirling expanse of colors;

To great and beautifly to be named.

(This is not the last time after all.)

Its bright in a clearing surrounded by pines, under the midday sun and brilliant sky.

In this clearing you awake to a view of rolling hills and steep cliffs.

A hawks cry echos through the air.

(̶T̶h̶i̶s̶ p̶l̶a̶c̶e̶ i̶s̶ f̶a̶m̶i̶l̶i̶a̶r̶)̶

(It only a cycle in the end.)

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This was based off of a dream I had when I was younger. I woke up in cold sweat in the middle of the night afterwards. Suffice to say that dream was... Interesting.