Lost On The Trail

I will follow the trail to its end, my feet in the dust of dead leaves. I’m lost still, wandering the heaths and forests of mountains older than this continent, and I doubt that these trails are that much younger. So, I walk on through, looking for a splendorous place to lie down for a while and rest.

Tumbledown towers raise their remains all around me now, dark trees frame the day’s last rays. Lamplight shines in from those few stone windows that remain, casting shadows of dead heads on the ground. I walk on down the track, towards the rising moon.

I feel the mountain move, shifting its bulk as it sighs and looks at me. Boulders make eyes, pebbles teeth. It’s voice echoes through me, though I do not know the language. I put a hand on the soil, pulling up a blade of grass, taking one more look. I walk on by as the mountain continues to groan. The moon higher now, rounder.

A city opens itself before me, I walk through its overpass gates and watch as its buildings rise off to my left and right. I follow the trail straight, past the ruptured airship laying alone, and soon leave the city behind. I continue down the track, moon at its peak.

I find a new fire almost lost in the heather and so I blow as hard as I can until it burns as bright as the moon above. I settle down next to it, ready to close my eyes. I have all the time left to me, but my legs are tired.