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saladloveOtherwise known as the Fear of Vision.
The sun rose behind her casting long shadows on the forest. Orange rays lit rolling clouds ablaze. Like dying embers, sleep faded away to welcome the warm songs of birds and the cradling canopy. Her eyes blinked open to the tranquil light of dawn, but as she woke up, it seemed as if she floated over the forest and through trees. Waning echoes still burned like coals in the back of her mind.
During the night, abstract imagery flickered in the absent landscape, filling all of her senses. She remembered so vividly the angelic voices in her head. They were nothing like she’d ever heard before. The metallic sound pierced through darkness and enthralled her in nothing but awe, but when she woke up, the voices slipped between her fingers like rushing water. All that rang in her mind now was a familiar, hollow hum. The entire experience felt like something she knew all too well.
She tried distracting herself from the nothing that filled her up. She climbed back down to the distant ground below, but when she touched down in the clearing, a jolt of excitement shot through her. In the center of the clearing sat another green fruit, and upon seeing it, a wave of hunger overcame her.
She quickly went to pick up the food, but unlike the one before, this one was perfectly intact with no split in the green rind. She sat down with it in her lap and tried splitting it open with her bare hands first. No matter how much she strained herself, she couldn’t get her fingers beneath the skin.
After that, she tried throwing it up in the air, but it never gained an altitude higher than the lowest tree branches. It fell back down with a thud.
Maybe she could get it to fall out of the trees like the other one did, but she struggled climbing the tree again with the fruit occupying one hand.
She started to grow frustrated. Using all of the strength she could muster, she slung it down. It hit the ground and rolled in a direction. Still, it remained unpenetrated.
She picked it up again and sat down defeated. She inspected the now-dirty rind knowing she had done nothing more than bruise its surface. As defeat settled in, she figured that the least she could do was clean it off.
Cradling the fruit in one arm, she headed out of the clearing and walked until she found the stream again. She squatted down on the rocky bank and dipped it down into the brook. The flowing water refreshingly chilled her hands and thoroughly washed the dirt on the rind away. When the fruit once again shown a vibrant green, she set it down on the rock next to her. Then, she got an idea.
She sat on her knees and faced the rock with the fruit in her hands. She raised it up towards the sky and slammed it down. She repeated until she heard a satisfying gush and the fruit split in two.
A proud look sprung onto her face. She faced back towards the stream with one half in her lap, and she immediately plunged her hand into the pink flesh.
She ate until she scraped the rind. Fully satisfied, she wondered what to do about the other half. Where could be a safe place to stash it?
Another idea sprang into her mind. She went around and gathered enough small rocks for her to make a ring in the middle of the narrow brook. Then, she carefully balanced the half on the fortress of solitude. For extra flare, she stripped fresh, green leaves off of tree branches and used them to fully cover the exposed, pink surface.
Feeling accomplished, she cupped her hands and drank from the stream. She wiped off the water dripping from her chin, and she took a few moments to relax. Once again, she saw her face distorted in the brook. She got lost in the rushing water.
Around when the sun shone directly overhead, she got up and headed back to the clearing. She lied flat on her back and stared into the canopy again. Every time she did, she noticed more details. The lines in between the leaves were always more defined, and every time, she was swept away by the spiraling canopy. Her spirit floated more towards the atmosphere, and she thought she could hear the angelic voices again.
Something led her to sit up and look around. She spotted the den she had called home, and since she had not yet been in it that day, she got up to take a peek inside, but in doing so, the hollow hum of null returned once again.
The case was gone.
The sun rose behind her casting long shadows on the forest. Orange rays lit rolling clouds ablaze. Like dying embers, sleep faded away to welcome the warm songs of birds and the cradling canopy. Her eyes blinked open to the tranquil light of dawn, but as she woke up, it seemed as if she floated over the forest and through trees. Waning echoes still burned like coals in the back of her mind.
During the night, abstract imagery flickered in the absent landscape, filling all of her senses. She remembered so vividly the angelic voices in her head. They were nothing like she’d ever heard before. The metallic sound pierced through darkness and enthralled her in nothing but awe, but when she woke up, the voices slipped between her fingers like rushing water. All that rang in her mind now was a familiar, hollow hum. The entire experience felt like something she knew all too well.
She tried distracting herself from the nothing that filled her up. She climbed back down to the distant ground below, but when she touched down in the clearing, a jolt of excitement shot through her. In the center of the clearing sat another green fruit, and upon seeing it, a wave of hunger overcame her.
She quickly went to pick up the food, but unlike the one before, this one was perfectly intact with no split in the green rind. She sat down with it in her lap and tried splitting it open with her bare hands first. No matter how much she strained herself, she couldn’t get her fingers beneath the skin.
After that, she tried throwing it up in the air, but it never gained an altitude higher than the lowest tree branches. It fell back down with a thud.
Maybe she could get it to fall out of the trees like the other one did, but she struggled climbing the tree again with the fruit occupying one hand.
She started to grow frustrated. Using all of the strength she could muster, she slung it down. It hit the ground and rolled in a direction. Still, it remained unpenetrated.
She picked it up again and sat down defeated. She inspected the now-dirty rind knowing she had done nothing more than bruise its surface. As defeat settled in, she figured that the least she could do was clean it off.
Cradling the fruit in one arm, she headed out of the clearing and walked until she found the stream again. She squatted down on the rocky bank and dipped it down into the brook. The flowing water refreshingly chilled her hands and thoroughly washed the dirt on the rind away. When the fruit once again shown a vibrant green, she set it down on the rock next to her. Then, she got an idea.
She sat on her knees and faced the rock with the fruit in her hands. She raised it up towards the sky and slammed it down. She repeated until she heard a satisfying gush and the fruit split in two.
A proud look sprung onto her face. She faced back towards the stream with one half in her lap, and she immediately plunged her hand into the pink flesh.
She ate until she scraped the rind. Fully satisfied, she wondered what to do about the other half. Where could be a safe place to stash it?
Another idea sprang into her mind. She went around and gathered enough small rocks for her to make a ring in the middle of the narrow brook. Then, she carefully balanced the half on the fortress of solitude. For extra flare, she stripped fresh, green leaves off of tree branches and used them to fully cover the exposed, pink surface.
Feeling accomplished, she cupped her hands and drank from the stream. She wiped off the water dripping from her chin, and she took a few moments to relax. Once again, she saw her face distorted in the brook. She got lost in the rushing water.
Around when the sun shone directly overhead, she got up and headed back to the clearing. She lied flat on her back and stared into the canopy again. Every time she did, she noticed more details. The lines in between the leaves were always more defined, and every time, she was swept away by the spiraling canopy. Her spirit floated more towards the atmosphere, and she thought she could hear the angelic voices again.
Something led her to sit up and look around. She spotted the den she had called home, and since she had not yet been in it that day, she got up to take a peek inside, but in doing so, the hollow hum of null returned once again.
The case was gone.
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