I was sitting with my back straight and leaning against the trunk of a tree. I could feel the mid afternoon sun, and warmth. It felt calm. There were the subtle sounds of birds and nature which lifted my attention. It took a moment, but when I was ready I let my eyes gently flutter open which revealed the marvellous jungle city. The old stairs where I used to meet my friends were loaded with moss, grass and vines. It was beautiful.
Over where the lifts once were, I thought I saw a shadow move. Leaving my comfortable patch beneath the tree I wondered over to investigate. The whole lift was gone, nothing remained. It was dark. Barely any light was to be seen, as the dirt walls absorbed it all. I leaned in to see better, finding that there were slight stone steps. Stepping stones that seemed to lead somewhere. Somewhere Underground. It was curious.
I followed slowly down the path. Steadying myself by brushing my fingers along the dirt walls. I knew my fingers would get grubby and I didn’t care. It felt endless. After a good while I could hear the sound of movement. It seemed to move through the air. Rather slowly a light seeped into the tunnel. In the path of light I could see a little bird. His feathers were blue and his belly white was white. He was waiting.
I arrived at the bottom of the tunnel. All the stones for me to stand on had run out. I didn’t know how far underground I was. It felt far. But standing there I was at the entrance to a field. The sun washed over everything, making it glow. Tall wisps of grass towered around me as I walked. I followed the bird, my friend. Letting him lead me to a space in the middle of the field where there was a flat rock embed on the land. It was red.
The bird flew around me, flapping with delight before taking off towards the sun and disappearing. It felt bright. When I turned my gaze back to the rock, I noticed a woman sitting cross legged facing inwards of the stone. She had long dark hair and pale skin. Her dress looked like it was made of the softest material and glowed emerald green. She nodded to me, wanting me to sit opposite her. I manoeuvred my body to face her and crossed my legs. It was warm.
The woman looked into my eyes and into my face. She had a strong look about her, with eyes that matched the green of her dress. It felt intimidating. I watched her very closely, and listened very hard. I waited to hear her words to me. Then, we both reached up, laying our palms and fingers to touch. Holding them there, I heard her speak to me. When she spoke it was in a language I did not know, but somehow understood. It was truth.
Our bodies seemed to sway, building a rhythm as we rocked back and forth. Our hands were still connected. Fingers came down between each other, holding tightly. It felt electric. I noticed a purple dust, rising up from beneath our rock. It sparkled in the glow of the sun, throwing out sparks of white as I watched it spiral around us. Leading up into the sky, moving in time with our bodies. I kept listening to her truth until she wanted me to tell her mine. It was hard.
We worked for many moments. Not resting at all. I pleaded for her to speak to me more clearly but she just laughed. It felt strict. I withered to keep going, but obeyed the rhythm we created. Pushed my mind through the sphere that was built to shield me and opened my heart. Quickly as I did this, her hair turned golden and everything went still. I was full of understanding and knowing of my path. She smiled to see me shining and kissed me on my cheek. It was soft.
In my hands she placed a brown paper box. Though, she warned to open it when I got home. I nodded for her instruction and offered her a kiss of my own. It was genuine. Then from my place on the rock, I followed my way back. Back through the field to the door of the tunnel. I climb up the stairs, which took less time to climb to the surface. And as I stepped into my urban jungle I was swept into a tide. It was underwater.