I once came across a land of purity. It was pure because it remained untouched by evil converting hands. How I came to the place I cannot entirely explain. It just appeared before me as I was walking through a dense rain shower in the night. I felt lost. I was walking in circles simply because time didn’t matter to me anymore. Time, was on everyone’s mind at that time. Everything was scaled down the very seconds of our wretched scheduled lives.
After my unconscious circling, I was there. One would imagine that fear had struck me at the moment, but no. I just stood there, in a narrow eyes gaze. I was on a shore of a white beach. As my eyes ventured outward, I realized that wherever there was ground to walk upon, it was white sand. Scattered about were abandoned or unfound shells, and items that no longer held any use, faded of their colours. Amongst these has-beens were shoes, clocks, and watches. They looked like exoskeletons of the other corrupted world I had came from. Where the items came from I didn’t know, previous wanderers perhaps. I began to notice that everything else in the land held no colour. It was like living in a black and white photograph, picturesque and perfect as is.
There were two small moons that kept the balance, one in the north, and one in the south. In my mind I referred to the South moon as the purple moon, for it was the only thing in that pure land that held a hue of colour, a ghastly lavender glow. I was constantly being drawn towards it, like a beckoning hand towards mischief. I’d sit there gazing into its spherical being. Because of the moons the sky was always dressed I night. It was the kind of night that felt young and early, like summer time when youthful souls realize that there is much time to be spent.
After what seemed like a day, I began to grow hungry. Not only was my stomach, but my mind as well. I had to see more of the place. There was a huge forest north that looked inviting. It was all white bamboo, and I had reached it in what seemed like no time at all. The strange delirium erased all senses of time, and I felt as if I could live there forever. In the forest I felt awe. Birds of all kinds sung to one another, as giraffes and elephants grazed and deer pranced. There were tigers wading in small clear ponds, and pandas resting. Never had I imagine seeing all of these creatures together, living in harmony in one place. The anatomy of these creatures however was different then those of the animals I had seen before. Their eyes and ears were larger, most likely because of the constant night. They’re appearances like the rest of the place, were like moving pictures of black and white. I sat forever watching these animals, as hermit crabs came and went, resting in my hands. There were large numbers of them, scuttling about, cleaning the sand. You see, even before I had found that realm of purity, I thought of animals as natural, innocent beings of the world. My knowledge of them was almost like instinct, and to be with them in the bamboo forest was like a dream.
I was awakened from my deep thoughts as a lioness leaped over me. I ducked and covered my face, and heard a juicy crack. As I peered through my fingers, I noticed that the lioness had opened what looked like a giant fruit. She ate it with no worries. There were no hyenas or rabbits scavenging for her find. She was content, and friendly.
It turned out that all of the creatures were this way, living together like a braded mix of different fabrics. They all ate the strange fruit that grew in plentiful amounts. They tasted so refreshing and clean. My pallet was alive with the new flavors. The fruits made me feel rejuvenated, strong. When the skins and rinds were left behind, the hermits would make them disappear. From the fruit my senses began to sharpen, and I noticed that my skin grew pail, and my hair grew darker with every passing moment.
I spent most of my moments with the creatures of the bamboo forest. The gorillas were especially fond of me. They seemed to enjoy learning my movements, and picking through my long hair. I liked them because they were very much like me, and in a way showed me how to live comfortably in such a place. I loved seeing the animals I had never seen nor even heard of in my life. There were many strange beautiful lizards, and a group of what looked like Tasmanian tigers. One night, a voice spoke to me. I was very startled at hearing my own language after almost forgetting about it. It came from a Macaw.
“Hello there, human.” It said plainly.
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