(Porcelain - Moby)
The ship was nearly torn to shreds. I looked out across the dark waters and realized those hungered creature like fish were closing in. Oh, such an adventure these past few days... yet here I was, stranded in the middle of a mass of unrecognised water, on a steady sinking boat. At least one of my companions was there, a first mate perhaps - maybe all that was left on board, a common deck hand? At least there was one who stayed behind to help, to try, to fight. Loosing a ship is only what I could describe as a parent loosing a child.
I sank deep below the waters. All around me bubbling air pockets were rushing to the water's break. I watched, eyes wide open, as everything drifted peacefully downwards. As if the damage and violence that had occurred on the surface could never come into existence down below. The moonlight began to wane. I watched, expressionless, as my friend drifted away and I drifted into a state of unknown.
I remember being pushed up suddenly. Through and out of the ocean, breaking the water's surfactant, and settling back down just below the horizontal layer in a bobbing manner. I was awake, a little chilled, and noticed I was in a partially caved alcove. The rocks were solid and jutting up above high to form this protected area, yet they were just as massive down below into the depths.
After I gathered my bearings, I realized that this was the other site. I remember coming here, asked to decipher this location as well - in archaeological terms. The rock faces had large ancient carved beings set in them, each standing roughly 6 feet apart. Each of the statues' feet were set right upon the water, looming outward. Most certainly inviting for me to use as a hand hold to balance myself from the minor waves - as I was out of breath, tired, and still a little disorientated.
Where had I been?
I looked around for the purpose of clues.
Why did the statues feet never get wet?
And what's this... each carved foot has a specific design around the bottom. This one to the left has carved red dragons wrapping around the feet and upwards out and beyond the legs. Another had yellow vines with bright pink flowers that resembled hibiscus. The next had carved blue white capped waves lapping at the stone ankles. There were several all throughout, endless seemingly, continuing back as far as the eye could see. I wondered why the designs at the feet of these monuments were in color and the bodies themselves were colorless and only reflecting the natural colors of the grey rocks they were chipped out of?
To me the massive beings seemed to be guardians of what was represented at their feet. With that assumption, I gazed long and upward - following the one with the green herbaceous trellises to its winglike features surrounding its tremendous stone face. Then I suddenly recalled that I had been visiting a house in a tropical environment. Outside there were hibiscus trees blooming and the smell of jasmine filled the air. This house is familiar to me, and a nice older lady awaits at the door. Ah, yes this is where that deck hand appears for the first time, my companion I spoke of before. Then in a flash everything that had happened, everywhere I had been came roaring back in quick time and filled my brain with the sequences leading up to where I now floated in this depression of archaic finds. It even explained why I had risen up out of this very water in between two of the statues.
It was dim lit out, dusk perhaps, and the smell of fresh jasmine wafted all around. There were soothing lights in the windows of the house I walked up to. The door was just being opened by an older lady who smiled in knowing welcome. Behind her stood a longer than normal hallway, and coming towards us at the front entrance was my friend. We left shortly thereafter, and along the walkway I took in the site of pink and orange blooming hibiscus trees. The warm air surrounding as we headed into the unknown. This was the statue of tropical flowers and green vines.
On and on we traveled. The obelisk stones. The ruins. The Persian carpet. I was not sure where we were headed, but when we got there, we knew. The grass lay out ahead of us in fields of green. Each locality having its own terms and distinct memories. I have no knowledge of time in these journeys, so when I say we left at night, I can not say after how many nights it was. Had we made it this far? I was truly shocked and not knowing what to say, as I knew it was time to leave once more. The red dragons. The remembrance.
So many places, all corresponding to the monolithic statues that now loomed all around above me. With all the memories colliding and forming the last sequence of events... I knew that the statues represented different worlds, realms, possibly even different cultures. We had travelled from one to another until we had come in between two of them. The white capped waves was where we last set out, on a ship custom made to our task. Yet, somehow, some flaw having to do with the water and the actual stone that lie in between the rock guardians managed our falter. Actually getting stuck in between the two statues, or two realms, was not understood. I would have to look more in depth for those answers. The portion of uncarved rock held nothing that was definitive and the area was unstable. This is why our ship had been battered beyond recognition. The only linking cohesion was from the waters that are part of everything, every world, touching each and every statue at its base. This is why the only way out was down, sinking deep into the one bond that gave each rock guardian the foundation of support for what they held.
The ship was nearly torn to shreds. I looked out across the dark waters and realized those hungered creature like fish were closing in. Oh, such an adventure these past few days... yet here I was, stranded in the middle of a mass of unrecognised water, on a steady sinking boat. At least one of my companions was there, a first mate perhaps - maybe all that was left on board, a common deck hand? At least there was one who stayed behind to help, to try, to fight. Loosing a ship is only what I could describe as a parent loosing a child.
I sank deep below the waters. All around me bubbling air pockets were rushing to the water's break. I watched, eyes wide open, as everything drifted peacefully downwards. As if the damage and violence that had occurred on the surface could never come into existence down below. The moonlight began to wane. I watched, expressionless, as my friend drifted away and I drifted into a state of unknown.
I remember being pushed up suddenly. Through and out of the ocean, breaking the water's surfactant, and settling back down just below the horizontal layer in a bobbing manner. I was awake, a little chilled, and noticed I was in a partially caved alcove. The rocks were solid and jutting up above high to form this protected area, yet they were just as massive down below into the depths.
After I gathered my bearings, I realized that this was the other site. I remember coming here, asked to decipher this location as well - in archaeological terms. The rock faces had large ancient carved beings set in them, each standing roughly 6 feet apart. Each of the statues' feet were set right upon the water, looming outward. Most certainly inviting for me to use as a hand hold to balance myself from the minor waves - as I was out of breath, tired, and still a little disorientated.
Where had I been?
I looked around for the purpose of clues.
Why did the statues feet never get wet?
And what's this... each carved foot has a specific design around the bottom. This one to the left has carved red dragons wrapping around the feet and upwards out and beyond the legs. Another had yellow vines with bright pink flowers that resembled hibiscus. The next had carved blue white capped waves lapping at the stone ankles. There were several all throughout, endless seemingly, continuing back as far as the eye could see. I wondered why the designs at the feet of these monuments were in color and the bodies themselves were colorless and only reflecting the natural colors of the grey rocks they were chipped out of?
To me the massive beings seemed to be guardians of what was represented at their feet. With that assumption, I gazed long and upward - following the one with the green herbaceous trellises to its winglike features surrounding its tremendous stone face. Then I suddenly recalled that I had been visiting a house in a tropical environment. Outside there were hibiscus trees blooming and the smell of jasmine filled the air. This house is familiar to me, and a nice older lady awaits at the door. Ah, yes this is where that deck hand appears for the first time, my companion I spoke of before. Then in a flash everything that had happened, everywhere I had been came roaring back in quick time and filled my brain with the sequences leading up to where I now floated in this depression of archaic finds. It even explained why I had risen up out of this very water in between two of the statues.
It was dim lit out, dusk perhaps, and the smell of fresh jasmine wafted all around. There were soothing lights in the windows of the house I walked up to. The door was just being opened by an older lady who smiled in knowing welcome. Behind her stood a longer than normal hallway, and coming towards us at the front entrance was my friend. We left shortly thereafter, and along the walkway I took in the site of pink and orange blooming hibiscus trees. The warm air surrounding as we headed into the unknown. This was the statue of tropical flowers and green vines.
On and on we traveled. The obelisk stones. The ruins. The Persian carpet. I was not sure where we were headed, but when we got there, we knew. The grass lay out ahead of us in fields of green. Each locality having its own terms and distinct memories. I have no knowledge of time in these journeys, so when I say we left at night, I can not say after how many nights it was. Had we made it this far? I was truly shocked and not knowing what to say, as I knew it was time to leave once more. The red dragons. The remembrance.
So many places, all corresponding to the monolithic statues that now loomed all around above me. With all the memories colliding and forming the last sequence of events... I knew that the statues represented different worlds, realms, possibly even different cultures. We had travelled from one to another until we had come in between two of them. The white capped waves was where we last set out, on a ship custom made to our task. Yet, somehow, some flaw having to do with the water and the actual stone that lie in between the rock guardians managed our falter. Actually getting stuck in between the two statues, or two realms, was not understood. I would have to look more in depth for those answers. The portion of uncarved rock held nothing that was definitive and the area was unstable. This is why our ship had been battered beyond recognition. The only linking cohesion was from the waters that are part of everything, every world, touching each and every statue at its base. This is why the only way out was down, sinking deep into the one bond that gave each rock guardian the foundation of support for what they held.
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