Reach

The woman reaches an wide expanse flowing water that moves constantly towards the open stretch behind her. She puts her foot in only to feel it drop and she almost slips completely into the steady current before she manages to pull herself back. Beyond it she can see the mass of wallspace, covered by little slates of stone. Rising behind them are even larger structures, some forming other walls, others of open spaces of empty green.

But now she walks the edge of the bank, pulling grass from the ground with her toes, and growing more impatient. The water was still there, flowing neverendingly past her, stretching out across the land. She starts to follow it along, watching as its current pulled it, treading a path through the green.

The walls still grew closer, their shapes becoming more distinct as they did so. The water bends and twists but never stops as she walks along, bending ad twisting along with it. Soon enough brown limbs thrust from the earth and branch out, tops covered in bits of green. Their surface feels like the floors of home.

Then the green becomes tamer, short and ordered, and she finds herself walking on hot grey slabs. The walls are much closer now, the water leading right into their centre. She sees the tallest structure looming behind the rest and reaches for it with her mind.

 

 

 

 

She walks on, disappointed but eager still. The walls get ever closer, the river ever faster.