1 Ūnus

"Where am I?"

That's the question even you would ask if you were in his shoes. Well, we can't be sure the size you do have on? His shoe then might be bigger or smaller for you. Irrespective of whatever size it is, you wouldn't be able to walk a mile in it.

He tried to swipe his hand over his face. Twas successful. Probably he was in a trance, he wasn't sure. He needed time to process the new realization but he had no time. He swiped his hand over his face again and twas the same effect. He dropped his hand and looked.

He was at a shore. Standing, with his sticky sandal. His garment was dirty and his skirt roughened. He had no idea where he had been before then. He wanted to remember but he simply couldn't. He tried as much as possible, but his efforts were licked by the flames of his sight.

He took a step forward. The sea he was standing before was unprecedented. If that was the right word for it. It was without waves and was super long. Twas like a glass! Pure, clear and reflective. He hadn't seen that ever in his life. He knew that he wasn't in his right mind.

He was caught between two claws. He didn't know if he was to walk briskly or was meant to only totter. The brisk urge was to ascertain what kinda water was there and the tottering urge was the fear of being attacked. He needed to be wise. He would settle the dispute with his instinct.

While he did that, he looked away from the sea and turned. There was a stretched forest behind him. He felt like he needed to enter the forest. At least, to ascertain if there was any other person there.

He paused. A new thought flickered across his consciousness. He couldn't ignore it. Was he the only one left on earth? Was he dead? Like was he in the aftermath or in some remote part of the world. Like was he in some other planets? He wasn't sure. He didn't know what to think and he couldn't remember a thing.

He saw a path in the forest but was still at the spot he was. He wouldn't take any step without a rethink. He matter-of-factly didn't know where he was. He looked at his right and left. Both were plain. Like a stretched lawn. Those were never an option. He needed no soothsayer to tell him that.

Boom! He heard the waters rustling behind him. He placed a mill on his thought to be sure that he had really heard that. Then it came louder. He was turned. And he looked.

The lips of the waters began to pave a way for some creature he had no idea of. A creature was coming outta the water. He didn't know what to do. He was obliged to his instinct. He wanted to wait. Yet he wanted to run.

The waters began to rise and it seemed as though the glass of the sea would be splitted. He was pawned by his thoughts.

How about if twas a monster which would eat him and had probably eaten others who used to be alive? If not that. Then how about twas a good spirit who would save him and tell him what he had been longing to know.

He dumped the two thoughts and sat on the fence of his consciousness. That seemed as the best option. His heart was in his mouth. He knew he was quaking. He could feel his reins and veins wrenching in pain.

But he decided to stay there and stand his ground. Whether twould be a monster or a good spirit, he would be there to figure.

But sincerely, he wanted to explode.

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