The barrier still remains.
The road winds to an end, its gravel giving way to a footstep trodden path, small and narrow that leads deep within the rustling forest that is ahead. Each determined step silences another sound - first the chirps, then the singing, and even the leaves freeze despite the growing snarling wind. From day to twilight to dusk the sky becomes, the light forever waning, the cold sets in as the wind bites, each step now unseen as the stars remain hidden behind the creeping shadows.
With fingers clenched tight against the cold, the chin still held unwavering, the hooded figure walks on-wards on the narrow trodden track.
Each step is slow and measured, undaunted in their journey, though the darkness thickens, suffocating. The stars watch on in silence; the sliver of the moon beckons none.
The wind howls - an inhuman scream.
The journey's end lies ahead - unseen in the dark.
A dark shadow can be seen - light bids forward from the center.
A rush of footsteps, fingers pressed against the single glass - eyes widen in grief -
You see them,
They see themselves.
The one-way path of the looking glass.
Each step is slow and measured, undaunted in their journey, though the darkness thickens, suffocating. The stars watch on in silence; the sliver of the moon beckons none.
The wind howls - an inhuman scream.
The journey's end lies ahead - unseen in the dark.
A dark shadow can be seen - light bids forward from the center.
A rush of footsteps, fingers pressed against the single glass - eyes widen in grief -
You see them,
They see themselves.
The one-way path of the looking glass.
This is a really cool style. I like the special contrast to other blogs, where many are about personal or everyday-life things, it's cool to see a blog with (at least so far) some smooth, mysterious, and more abstract kind of writing. And I like the way that you could take a deeper meaning out of the posts but you can also follow along to kind of enjoy a story.
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