Drip, Drip, Drip. I am alone. It is dark as night and all I feel are rocks, no wait, boulders. They reach up all around me forming a dome like structure that I cannot see. I only know it is enclosed around me because the night sky, or daylight or whatever the time of day it is, is not visible. I reach out in from of me feeling the big rock like structure. It is massive in size with a jagged surface that does not seem to cease. There is no escape for me. It smells of wet mold and dirt and every now and again I test my surroundings, I find there is a stream of water cold as ice. Where is this water coming from? It smells of mud and muck, and causes me to shiver from just being near it. I am afraid to drink it not knowing if it is safe, but I am afraid to parish as well. Except for the constant drip, drip, drip of the water, silence surrounds me, not even the sound of scurrying from bugs greet my ears as I continue to search for where I am. The massive rocks forming an arch all around me are packed with dirt from years of standing, yet they continue to hold true to their form, or have up until now. Crash! Thud! Boom! The boulders or rocks or whatever they are begin to fall and crumble, knowing I have to get away I step my cold bare feet into the stream that the drips of water have created. My feet are numb from the cold the instant they are submerged and as I am running with my hands in front of me trying to escape. my lungs are on fire and even if there was a crack of light anywhere I would not be able to see due to the tears streaming down my face. God I hope that I am dreaming, please let this just be some horrible nightmare, because if I am truly awake then my fears have come true. I am isolated, completely alone. Splash! Clank! Ker-Plunk! "Somebody Please! HELP!" I scream at the top of my lungs as the raging water from above come rushing through the dome sweeping me off of my feet. Coughing and sputtering my calling never stops, if anything my calls are more desperate "HELP ME!" I am drowning now, fighting, fighting to be heard or seen, or something, but nobody hears me. I am alone and greeted with the light of day (it is day) as my lungs run out of air. The last images imprinted on my brain being that of the beauty that surrounds me in the horrible death.
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