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Light Projected Beams
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Light Projected Beams Strangeland II Mr. Deadhead's eyes turned like safe dials. You are the pure of heart. He said to me. I do not see many such as you. I think you know that I am a secret keeper in a world of secrets. The place you are looking for is like a surf Mecca that the locals protect... As the head lights illuminated the last turn, an electric anticipation circulated my veins. We were taken by the current of the road, into a realm of darkness and depth. The landscape was as he described, an open field, leading to a wooded abode. Upon entering the woods, I clicked on my flashlight, revealing a large scale matrix of banana spiders. A psychic connection began to form between the four of us, in response to a fight or flight impulse. We arrived at a brook, as transitory clouds transitioned into mercurial moonshine, which etched strange hieroglyphs into the water's surface, as a water moccasin swam past, drawing attention to a moonlit opening in the trees, where there was a circular valley, surrounded by trees. I was instinctively drawn to a specific tree, which seemed to have an essence of shadow, underneath which was my first encounter with what Mr. Deadhead referred to as: the little people. And people they were, if people was meant as a substitute for... Entities. They began to emerge, out of seeming nothingness, here-there and everywhere. I called my comrades and I ceremoniously administered them to each of us, after which we removed the bags from our pockets and proceeded to harvest the entities. I do not know how long we were there. What was time? Somehow, we synchronously filled our bags in the same amount of... Time. As we departed the wooded abode, I was starting to feel kind of... Strange. I looked out at the field, opening before me. Suddenly appearing, like the enigmatic entities, was a light projected beam. I suddenly knew what to do. I handed off my bag and removed my shirt, and I began to run down the surface. I don't know if I ever felt so free... *. *. * |
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