Walking down a Dark twisted road
covered by shrines of wood
and green twisted vines,
I feel the bones in my body
shaken.
I step in to each part of the
road feeling shocked and absorbed
with anticipation.
My body is unsure of the next move
until it reaches a sudden dark pit with
a green vine hanging in the middle.
I see my 3 choices; successfully
grab the vine and swing myself
to the other side,
fail and fall in to the pit,
or go back to return to
the swamp.
At first I see nothing to grab on to
until I notice a higher cliff above me
with all my necessities to successfully swing
across the pit.
My mind is thinking how to climb up
a very steep straight mountain.
I begin to notice a phoenix in the air
alerting me with night sounds in the distance.
I sense a sudden burst of a rock hitting me
on the head which sends a light bulb over my
head.
I take my long robe and throw it to the middle
swinging the vine closer to me until I can
finally reach it. At first I didn’t know if
I knew how to swing, but once I
grabbed the vine in my muddy hands,
I swung across the pit like a flying
phoenix soaring above my head.
As I reached the other side I fell
with excitement.
I fell on a piece of rock below
the platform when I
eventually pushed myself up
leaving the pit behind.
I walked through the hallway
into a bright shining light.
I walked in to the light
finding myself flying
like the phoenix who was above my head
once before. I flew my wings
across the brightest
light as I felt no need to do
much else for now, but soaring
and soaring through the light…

(more of the narrative coming soon by me)

OUT, J

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