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It's dark.
Really dark even.
And he can't see.
There's a stillness in the air nothing's alive or moving. It just him.
Or well that's what he thought until a gentle voice snaps from his thoughts. It's coming from the the left, a gentle humming, a woman's voice.
When he turns is when he finally see it. There a gleam of light hovering in mid air and shooting straight through the darkness.
How wasn't he able to see that before?
He moved forward itching to see what the light was.
It took him longer than expected to reach his destination like it took five full strides to even move a step. He was panting by the time he reached the ...rope?
No. It was string?
A piece of red thread halted in the air.
Or was it purple?
No it must be green.
He didn't know. He couldn't tell.
Why couldn't he tell the colour?
It was there right in front of him so why couldn't he see it?
Frustrated he reaches hand out to touch it but just centimetres away from the string the humming seems to pierce through his ears again startling him. He had almost forgot there was someone else here.
He looks up to the left to see a woman walking 20 metres or so in front of him. Her long black hair tangled stropping mid way down her back. She wore a white dress smeared with dirt showing off her equally dirty legs.
She was also grasping the string between her fingers, pulling the string along with her.
He jumped into action racing towards the woman. The constant humming drowning out anything he tried to get out of his mouth. But he was too slow. His running doing absolutely nothing to catch up with her and soon she was out of sight and he was bent over panting.
Looking up the string continued until the eye could see but he decided to keep walking.
He didn't what happened but as soon as he had taken another step a white cloud washed over him.
Shivering he whipped his head round looking in every direction but it was just white.
Misty white?
A voice interrupts his confusion. It's a different woman this time, not as gentle, stern, but soft. He doesn't know where it's coming from it's like it's all around him.
He can't hear what they're saying. Can't understand it.
Is it a name?
Who?
Then he feels a rustle. A rustle of wind.
To his right there's a tree.
It wasn't there before.
He can actually see the colour this time. It's green and brown.
"-ah"
What?
"-ah"
Who? What are you saying?
He turns and now he's back in the dark place again. Expect this time the string is everywhere. It's coming from all over the place. No start. No end. There's threads to his left to his right.
Everywhere.
He reaches out.
Just to touch.