I sat on an immense boulder, while ancient ferns and rotting tree trunks spread out beneath my feet. Towering cliffs rose above me, ancient giants waiting for their questions to be answered. I had come there to explore the seascape, only to find myself trapped in a seemingly endless maze of meandering trails, a labyrinthine convolution that would not be soon explicated.
My way was lit only by fireflies. These had been my constant companions throughout the journey. I began to contemplate the inner tempest I had endured. The knot in my throat screamed for understanding, but there would be none today. Life was meant for the knot and the knot for life. Many have trodden this path and have never been heard from again. But, they didn’t have fireflies for companions.
Suddenly, I was startled by the sound of Sol rising in the sky. He was angry with Luna and was waging war on Her. As I sat there, a fierce battle raged on before my eyes. Much to my dismay, Sol was victorious this time. Maybe tomorrow it would be different.
After Sol’s victory, the fireflies retreated to the surrounding hills. Some semblance of normality had returned to the primeval forest. I no longer needed a guide because the lichen on the dead, decaying trees glowed emerald green.
Realizing the futility of normality, I decided to lie down among the lush foliage and pass from this world.