A Never-ending Day
A Never-ending Day
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I think I’ve been here before.
I take a seat on the grass bank overlooking a great river. It is day, and yet the light here is dim, as if someone blotted out a part of the sun. Everything feels dull, and I am so tired.
I’m always tired here.
I don’t know how I know that. It’s been a long time. Too many years.
Has it?
How long?
I feel so drained, and I don’t know why. This place seems peaceful enough. It’s just… silent. Empty. Long grass and water for as far as the eye can see.
I stand up, bored, and decide to walk. I walk through the grass, away from the river. I walk, and walk, and walk, and yet the river always seems to follow me, and I never truly escape it.
I have no idea how long I have been walking for. It may have been hours. It feels like days. Eventually, I give up on trying to escape the river, and follow it instead, walking along its winding bank.
That’s when I find the deer. It’s beautiful and menacing all at once, its eyes an eerie green that glows, its antlers the branches of a blossom-covered tree.
It stares at me until I begin to back away, slowly at first, and then faster. I turn and run, and run, and run. I run forever. It never ends, always the same.
I’m always tired here.
I round another bend of the river and pause.
I think I’ve been here before.
I take a seat on the grass bank overlooking a great river. It is day, and yet the light here is dim, as if someone blotted out a part of the sun. Everything feels dull, and I am so tired.
I’m always tired here.