So we decided to drive up the waterfall, but the waterfall was redundant and
dry. While travelling vertically; the impossible was performed with ease, I
couldn’t help but wear a fixed smile until arriving at its crest.
Then a tarn with tranquil water, slick and so pure with
elaborately carved structures floating: some were peacefully rotating.
I noticed they were broken, perhaps abandoned before completion. It was at
that moment I had forgotten why we… but more now I, was there at all.
Somehow without trying, I walked forwards, sure-footed: leaving behind what
had vanished behind me.
Now everything was much closer, and silent, with timely rushes of air, pressed
intermittently at my cheek; forced gently by numerous random walls from
what were now replica houses made from wood.
Clocklike and clockwise, suddenly in the far distance I see faceless builders as
undisturbed artists that do not seem to care, and the placid water
nearby does not respond to the continuous stirring upon it. The half buildings
have reversed the effects of time, and suddenly I must go… where? I do not