xx Lucid ♾ Reality | Dark Side

A solitary clearing deep within the woods cannot be found through the forest.

Appearing there along the left side of the cutout section of the forest. A small creek ran through the small plot of land. To the right stood the house under a tree, like an oak. Its branches, hundreds of feet wide, spread across the view of the sky. The branches covered the entirety of the sky above the lone cabin.

The cabin was made of wood, ancient and petrified. The stars, radiant against the blackness of space. Glimmering through the dark outline of the outstretched branches. Yet in this place, there was no marvel of beauty in them. Behind me, the ground steeply sloped and appeared as if there were no edge. In the darkness of the mass, the black hole peered. Something watching from within the dark.

A weak solitary light shone from within the window of the old cabin. Only the roof from within could be seen. The glare from the bright and lifeless stars hid what lay deeper within the room.

Facing opposite the looming empty mass. The small creek disappeared towards the edge of the dark forest. In front of the house a small distance, paddocks cut into square divides marked by posts. A few yards closer a gate with no top hinge, its corner edge buried in the ground.

The empty presence of something. . . yet nothing that lived was in this place. Only the darkness and the single light deep within the upper room of the old cabin. The looming presence within the dark. Then as if the film of a dream slipped off of me, I was fully within the presence of the place and what lay beyond that single light from within the cabin.