The Seeker Part 2

….walking…always walking…..the desire to rest from the relentless heat, finding cooling shadows is strong.  I want to discover what happened and how did I find myself in this place…the urge to seek compels me on.

The emergence from that primal ooze covered in sticky mud is now a distant memory…..but the transparent dome that covers this world is always there…a reminder of  the strangeness I feel.  The frustration at the dome’s seamlessness with the horizon…..I hoped the dome would touch the ground but it is always further away.

Sometimes I wished that I stayed near the cave…but the spaces that appeared were disconcerting, and, not wanting to be distracted by trivialities, I had to seek… where I know not.

Walking upwards on the slope towards those smudges streaked across the verdant mound drives me on…..the hard baked stony ground was changing, but not dramatically……occasionally I heard rocks shift….perhaps I am not alone in this strange world.

Remnants of what I think could have been vegetation or organic matter appeared between the rocky outcrops….dry and brittle…stooping, my fingers gingerly touched a small stick that seemed to be emerging from between some dusty scarlet rocks…rocks that looked like they were reclining on more rocks upon more rocks…..was there any soil deeper that may sustain vegetation?

The stick had small bumps where possibly leaves or buds once grew…suddenly the outer layer just crumbled at my touch. Underneath, the next part was hollow and it turned to dust when I pressed my fingers to the stick hoping to withdraw it from the ground….this part of this world is very different from where I commenced this confusion.

What was the purpose of this world that once possibly has a vegetative cover….that perhaps sustained some form of life?

The slope up the mound started to steepen…ahead I thought I saw a covering of green….almost level with my eyes so could be far or near….it was impossible to tell due to the steep incline…above that…the glint of light from the dome….above that was blue sky….I can’t remember when I last time I saw clouds.

The Seeker Part 1

…..was many an age ago when the world was new, I emerged from the primal ooze……gazing about the landscape……..looking for the outside as I was still inside even in a world so vast so full, I was still inside.

Days past and the wanderings upon the earth had seen me dry, and wet, as the sun sometimes hid behind thunderous black clouds………the silver rain pelted upon my naked body leaving streaks down my body as the now dry and almost baked on ooze slowly washed away…….and now I shall emerge once again, sun glistening on my skin………washed clean during the storms.

Gathering sticks, I constructed as shelter and a place to hold a fire as the nights were becoming chill and I longed for the warmth.

What manner of a world where I can walk all day, the horizon is further away and I am still inside?

….again……….where I came from is a blur……….I dream at night when I think of there…….a way away.

Sitting on the rock at the mouth of the cave I found………warmth and safety and also dry…… skin feels well healed after the mud was washed, now skin, with a light dusting from the cave floor, a reddish colour.

What is near the horizon…………as I climb, the horizon seems to get further away.  What drives me to seek what is out there? Why is whatever I am looking for, never seem to be close?

As I stay at this cave hoping that the water that falls from those clouds…..dark smudges on an orange and yellow sky, will one day cease in that I may continue my journey.

Looking each day, scanning the landscape for a sign of difference that may become the familiar………….if what I seek exists of course!!

….strange spaces………..they appear. Shapes of what I don’t know. Just above the horizon when the sun is at angle and light seems to bounce.

I keep walking to the horizon and to what I believe to be outside. My renewed body is once again streaked with ash and dust. Water is always near but not enough to be able to wash the dust of the past………….the clouds have seemed to have gone…….except for the occasional white fluffy ones that travel far too fast for what I am used to…..I wish they would stop and give some shelter from the sun.

I am not looking at the spaces that appear any more. I believe that they will distract me and I may end up walking over the same ground…………..not getting to the distance that is a way away.

……the landscape is changing…..the dry dusty plains, where the stunted trees and sparsely leafed shrubs grew on whatever moisture became available.

I moved slowly…….going from shaded patch to shaded patch……resting as my body grew weary and thirst demanded a drink.

Looking upward……the dome glistened but the sun was relentless….hot…dry almost baking the ground on which I walked…… eyes, tracking down the surface of the dome, saw, in the distance, a reflection of deep green…but still there wasn’t a join when I looked to the horizon.

Noting the landscape where I was, I started to head towards the patch of deep green……..hoping I would find solace from the drying heat.

Again, clouds swept across the sky, not staying to give relief…..I noted that the clouds always seemed to travel in the one direction…… I moved with the clouds, being mindful of the markers in the landscape when I first saw the deep green reflection on the dome.

The first marker, a dark shadow, looked not far away…….I could make it there before the sun lowered in the sky and changed the identity of the marker. As I walked I thought of what the shadow might be……would I find anything that may be something that would be for my benefit.

The flat hard stony ground began to slightly slope upwards with the dark shadow becoming bigger……I now could see the land had risen but not like the hills I left behind, more of a gentle slope with a mound like shape with the dark shadow smudged across its face.