IngressA Story by Lemon CakesI have seen this before....I can’t even see the sun, only an endless sea of green in front of me. Sitting up, the ground looks so far away. How tall are these trees? Everything is quiet. I turn around and my heart soars. An impressive
stone staircase cuts through the green. My legs shake yet I stand. I start up
the path. I brush my fingers against a standing fern. Dew droplets spray off. I feel the moisture all over. My skin shimmers like the leaves. I walk slow. The steps have been worn smooth. I still
cannot see an end. This mountain must reach the sky. I look up. There is no sky, only green. A mist is
setting in now, dulling the vibrant color. I must be near the top. I have seen these steps before. Has the path looped
around? How is that even possible? Even the mist is gone. I must be losing my mind. The leaves are brighter
now. The dark stones of the path are my only comfort. There must be an end. I see a brown spot up ahead break the scape. Could
it be a sign? I force myself faster. My luck most certainly must be changing. I freeze. There is a dead fern. All the leaves are
cracked and shriveled. The air turns dry. I sit. It has become difficult to breathe. I try to
focus on the fern but I can see only green. I lay down. I can’t even see the sun, only an endless sea of
green in front of me. Sitting up, the ground looks so far away. Why does this
feel familiar? Everything is quiet. I turn around and my heart sinks. It is there. The
stone staircase cutting through the green. My legs shake yet I start up the
path. I see the fern up ahead. Almost impossible to tell
yet I know it is the same. I walk by. I touch nothing. I saw this in my dreams. But only at the end. I rub
a callous on my thumb. Anything to keep from reaching out. I grasp my hands together. The stones are smooth on
my feet as I walk. They are just as beautiful as I saw in my dreams. The green
is more intense.
I do not know
why. The ferns beckon me. Reaching towards me with their delicate leaves. I
know I must refuse. I saw a girl. In those dreams. She touched the
ferns. Everything went dark. I see something up ahead. It breaks the uniformity
of the green. I continue at my pace. It does not seem to be moving. I recognize it. Again it feels familiar. That is
impossible. It must be centuries old. I want to reach out to it. To feel the bone under my
fingers. There is a chip on the third bead from the center. I know this. I reach out to take it with me. Every bone won’t let
me leave it behind. It is strange. This is a woman’s necklace. I am able to pull my hand away. It is one of the
most difficult things I have done. I continue walking. I somehow feel lighter. I hear something. It is getting louder. My legs move
faster of their own will. The green seems less oppressive. I almost cover my ears. The roar is deafening. The
plants are growing smaller. Abruptly all goes quiet. I have made it. I can see the sky. It is the most
stunning shade of blue I have ever seen. I collapse to the ground and cry.
I stride out of the cave. The forest is quiet. Not
even the wrens are out. I now know why. I stretch my front paws in front of me. It is time
to find life again. I glance back into the rocks. This place will no longer be
home. I raise my head to the wind and walk away from the
mountain. I follow this new heart where it takes me. I will forget soon. © 2015 Lemon CakesAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 2, 2014 Last Updated on May 20, 2015 Tags: Ingress, Lemon Cakes, walking, alone, rebirth AuthorLemon CakesAboutCasual writer who just wants some feedback. Hoping I can get some inspiration again to continue writing. more..Writing
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