Field Work, Part 2

Trial and error was a familiar game. From personal experience, it wasn't exactly a very good game. At times it just tends to get tedious, and nothing too interesting really happens for the most part.

It was a slow, steady, and sometimes infuriating pace of failure until you get lucky at some point and find some margin of success. When? That's the point, the main objective of the game—once you've reached that 'when' you've won. 

And me, right then, I was having a tough time trying to reach it. It's hard. It almost usually is. But putting it in the grand scheme of things, it's nothing that I haven't already been through before. 

A couple countless more tries, and I managed to reach past the first threshold in the dirt. Then a bit more after that was when I first felt it happen… rippling alongside the cracks of black light; faint, feeble vibrations brushing the skin of my palm. The attempt I made immediately right after, the feeling was even stronger.