he stumbled into faith and thought god, this is all there is
He was alone in the middle of an empty meadow and the enormous expanse that was the sky.
He could see everything and yet nothing; the horizon laid bare before him, flat and infinite. The sun was gone, hidden away behind clouds that closed over him like a blanket. He had come hoping, praying for the answer he had been searching for, but there was nothing here.
Why had he come?
I’m here, he said, but there was no answer. I’m here, he tried again, struck with the fear of forgetting, I’m sorry, but I’m alone, I - this is all there is.
I’m here.
he took a step but then felt tired
It was difficult to move here, so smothered was he by this lack of light, by his need for answers. He didn’t realize when he sat down, but he had and the grass was hard and brittle and sharp.
I’ll rest a little while, he thought, and maybe they’ll come.
He only closed his eyes for a second, but when he opened them again the meadow had already begun to melt away, the grass growing both up and down and becoming lamp posts and buildings and people.
Excuse me? He scrambled up, trying to catch someone’s attention, but no one paid him any mind. Hello?
Is it you that I’m looking for?
Step after step and shoulder after shoulder: nothing.
Why was he here?
And turning to a window beside him, he saw his reflection staring back at him, his father but not, a man much too haggard and worn to be what he remembered himself being.
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harry/luna; Oneiros; g; part 1
Date: 2010-12-22 08:15 am (UTC)he stumbled into faith and thought god, this is all there is
He was alone in the middle of an empty meadow and the enormous expanse that was the sky.
He could see everything and yet nothing; the horizon laid bare before him, flat and infinite. The sun was gone, hidden away behind clouds that closed over him like a blanket. He had come hoping, praying for the answer he had been searching for, but there was nothing here.
Why had he come?
I’m here, he said, but there was no answer. I’m here, he tried again, struck with the fear of forgetting, I’m sorry, but I’m alone, I - this is all there is.
I’m here.
he took a step but then felt tired
It was difficult to move here, so smothered was he by this lack of light, by his need for answers. He didn’t realize when he sat down, but he had and the grass was hard and brittle and sharp.
I’ll rest a little while, he thought, and maybe they’ll come.
He only closed his eyes for a second, but when he opened them again the meadow had already begun to melt away, the grass growing both up and down and becoming lamp posts and buildings and people.
Excuse me? He scrambled up, trying to catch someone’s attention, but no one paid him any mind. Hello?
Is it you that I’m looking for?
Step after step and shoulder after shoulder: nothing.
Why was he here?
And turning to a window beside him, he saw his reflection staring back at him, his father but not, a man much too haggard and worn to be what he remembered himself being.