CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
She liked it in the forest. She liked being alone. There were animals sometimes, but that was even better. She saw a squirrel even as she thought this. She watched it climbing the tree, running along the branch, jumping to the next tree, climbing onto the back of another squirrel...oh. She smiled. She looked away from them. She realised she'd been walking a bit long than normal, but it was a really good walk today. She usually turned round at the tree the squirrels were humping on, or before. But she just kept going. She felt more like she was floating than walking. Maybe she'd go all the way to the other side. The path was getting thinner here, which was why she usually turned back, but it wasn't that far. She'd seen the other side, travelling by road outside the forest. She didn't want it to end though.
What was there back at home? She'd be alone. She'd go to work the next day and be alone. She'd go out with her friends at the weekend and still be alone. She didn't have a boyfriend. Didn't want one, really. She didn't really want anything normal life had to offer. She just lived a normal life because she had no choice.
She looked at the ground. There didn't seem to be any path at all now. Still, she was moving just as easily. The forest was thicked yet she was going through it. The air felt thicker, it felt older. But it also felt...familiar. Like something out of a dream. Or a memory, maybe. A very early memory. Or a very early memory of a dream. She looked back for the first time in a long time. The path was gone. She was just between some trees now. She looked up. They didn't look right, now that she looked. The leaves were silver. That wasn't right. Part of her felt like turning and running out, forgetting this had ever happened. Another part of her, a strong part, was telling her to go on. Something big was happening.
She heard whispering. A voice? Laughter? Singing? Chanting? It scared her, but it wasn't a fear of danger she felt, just the unkown. And yet, again...it was familiar. It was old. It was definitely singing and now it was getting louder.
She stopped at last and listened.
oh leaves of silver, oh they grow so high,
below you comes, a daughter of the forst,
home at last, home again,
we welcome her, with love oh Jane
Her name was, of course, Jane. She pushed her way through some plants now.
The elves were waiting for her, smiling, glowing. It was hard to tell which were male and which were female. It didn't matter anyway. They were all so beautiful, too beautiful to look at for long.
For some reason, she never remembered why, she slide all her clothes off and let them drop to the ground. She walked over to them naked. The grass below was softer than anything she had ever felt. She sank to her knees in front of them, finding that she was crying. Then she felt the touch of one of the fair folk on her head. And she looked up and held its gaze. And she knew that everything was going to be okay, forever and ever.
Jane didn't go to work the next day. She did not meet her friends that weekend either, but funnily enough when they were all wondering where she was, each of them would have sworn they heard her voice whipsering in the wind, telling them she was happy.
What was there back at home? She'd be alone. She'd go to work the next day and be alone. She'd go out with her friends at the weekend and still be alone. She didn't have a boyfriend. Didn't want one, really. She didn't really want anything normal life had to offer. She just lived a normal life because she had no choice.
She looked at the ground. There didn't seem to be any path at all now. Still, she was moving just as easily. The forest was thicked yet she was going through it. The air felt thicker, it felt older. But it also felt...familiar. Like something out of a dream. Or a memory, maybe. A very early memory. Or a very early memory of a dream. She looked back for the first time in a long time. The path was gone. She was just between some trees now. She looked up. They didn't look right, now that she looked. The leaves were silver. That wasn't right. Part of her felt like turning and running out, forgetting this had ever happened. Another part of her, a strong part, was telling her to go on. Something big was happening.
She heard whispering. A voice? Laughter? Singing? Chanting? It scared her, but it wasn't a fear of danger she felt, just the unkown. And yet, again...it was familiar. It was old. It was definitely singing and now it was getting louder.
She stopped at last and listened.
oh leaves of silver, oh they grow so high,
below you comes, a daughter of the forst,
home at last, home again,
we welcome her, with love oh Jane
Her name was, of course, Jane. She pushed her way through some plants now.
The elves were waiting for her, smiling, glowing. It was hard to tell which were male and which were female. It didn't matter anyway. They were all so beautiful, too beautiful to look at for long.
For some reason, she never remembered why, she slide all her clothes off and let them drop to the ground. She walked over to them naked. The grass below was softer than anything she had ever felt. She sank to her knees in front of them, finding that she was crying. Then she felt the touch of one of the fair folk on her head. And she looked up and held its gaze. And she knew that everything was going to be okay, forever and ever.
Jane didn't go to work the next day. She did not meet her friends that weekend either, but funnily enough when they were all wondering where she was, each of them would have sworn they heard her voice whipsering in the wind, telling them she was happy.
