A Floating Cage of Bamboo
Prologue:
It began so simply, with every aspect of the world embitterred,
roughened, moldened into the shapes of despair, that could be
considered extremely familiar by us. Quietly, my spirit stood up,
away from the grass, as my physical form remained seated. My spirit
glided underneath the trees, allowing the leaves to gently coat it
with the essences of sun. It wandered into the leaves, felt their
sleek, green skins stroke its skin, felt the twigs hold its weak
structure upwards, enabling it to climb to its distant reaches,
closer to the sunlightt it basked in. I was lost, entrenched in
these amagings, that made moments stronger against the pulling
movement of time into oblivion. The grass denied its prickled form,
and instead, transformed into soft cushions placed gently
underneath me by Mother Nature. Their were no surprising cracking
sounds of twigs being broken by feet, nor any other form of
announcement of another being entering into my momentary sanctuary.
The wind was carrying its strength well today, and so, sounds of
his arrival were lifted away from ears into a different path. His
feet glided over the sleekness of my hair. Rude awakenings enter
our lives covered by surprise, but in this case, my rude awakening
did not center around a realization, but rather the more literal
meaning of the term. Bear this situation in mind, a young woman is
lying upon the grass, when a complete stranger seemingly walks up
from behind and strokes her hair with his feet. Would you not
imagine something along the lines of a pervert seeking release in
the form of unprotected fruit. I opened my eyes, and they quickly
widened in shape. I rolled over into a crawling position of some
sort, and within that same moment hurdled myself into an upright
position, with my back to the stranger, fully prepared to begin
running towards the village I had been attempting to escape from
only a few minutes ago. In fact, I was already in the process of
completing such an action. Only silence seemed to be left behind as
I moved my feet in panicked quick motion. Then, I heard it, the
relief and fear I had been seeking, the sounds of another pair of
feet striking against the earth, the grounds of the forest. Leaves
were being rustled, and they were nearing me, so much so that I
could feel a sense of disillusionment of escape beginning to pass
over me. My legs differed in opinion; they increased in strength
and speed. Still, the other pair persisted. They, too, gained a
greater degree in those two esential characteristics. Before
awareness could take a hold of me, the other feet triumphed, and my
entire body was brought down, with a great might, against the
earth, not by the feared being, but by the clumsiness of my own
feet. The shadows toyed with my fear; they created dark beings
within the corners of the forrest, but a human voice quickly
grabbed my attention. It was a calm, and yet its voice could easily
be compared to the sound of river water strengthed by a storm.
Only, its form could not be considered human; i surpressed a the
scream, brewing within me. In a matter of a few short seconds, I
was on my feet again, even more determined to escape from the range
of the strange creature. That one glimpse of it fueled my feet in
ways it had never experienced before.