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DeepUnderground#8


”People, places and things… Come alive.” - Cipher_O

(Driving in a Snowstorm)


As the vehicle comes to a stop, the crunching snow giving way to stillness, snow begins to swirl in spirals, stirring into the viscosity of white out:

The viscosity of stillness.

*   *   *

A knock on the window, perhaps the white out conditions distorted her perception, to such a degree that space and time was somehow stretched or shrunken.

The funhouse of a snowstorm.

As the buildup of snow, which occurred inside of the would be wormhole, falls in fish scales, upon the reverberation of the knock, the figure appears…

An ink blot.

An ink blot expanding into a vision of dark hooded figures.

Based upon a strange magnetism, and being inclined to abstract deviations, Katherine wonders if she stopped out of her own free will.

Such thoughts lead to strange complexities.

Like a God’s eye view.

Such things overload the senses, as the implications inflate in complexity.

The further one sees into the structure, the more potential for control and power that one perceives.

Merely by the construct of thought, one might elevate themselves to godhead.

But the thing about a human, achieving godhead, leaves one still…

Interacting with the elements.

*   *   *

Inside of this ink blot, at her window, the elements congealed, breaking apart in bat wings.

She clicks the unlock button.

Suddenly.

There is a stranger in her car.

The more she questions her free will the more she feels both:

In control and not in control.

Without looking at the being, she puts the transmission in drive.

Resuming the crunching snow.

Pulling into the wilderness of a highway, given over to the elements.

Aside from the preceding disaster, the road is eerily empty.

Haunted.

What is this world she is entering?

Or perceives she is entering.

What…

Is…

Real…

Sometimes life amounts to still frames in states of transition.

Perhaps it was the meditating she was doing.

That sort of things can open us up to forces that some call good, some call evil.

Like demons and angels.

Angels and demons.

Such polarities



Written by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
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