the third door
Prologue ~
I approach the door I see in my dreams. The shifting dreams I've had for the past few nights. Sometimes its the same door, sometimes it's new. So each night, I focus and describe it in this journal The door, so that one night I can choose.
The sky door
An obsidian monolith is before me Darker even against the somber room it's housed edges shimmer a glassy surface shining with a glint a hungry wolf smiling
I walk closer, not prepared to see the dark of this doorway simply
fall away ~
I could see a world, from high above
a storm cloud that looked like prairie smoke dancing with light casting dispersions on a purple field far below
a step closer
Fields of thistle colored trees wavering hard hugging coral coastline water surging, pounding cliffs with spray as golden as an egg yolk
A tempest in resin
I hadn't noticed but wind is beating my face pushing me back yet
This world beckons
another step, as I pause
A long vermilion shape, emerges far below breaking free of the thunderhead wriggling disjointed movements a hypnotic site as a dragon pulses upwards towards me
The dream ends I hear it call me
whispers
“come back”
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