You know that feeling where you’re on the beach and you decide to walk towards a pier further down, only to find it miles more than you thought. That’s what this felt like, minus the pier, the cool breeze and a choice.
The wind howled around me, and I pulled up my buff to keep the sand from stinging my nose. A large foreboding castle loomed in the distance. My destination. The only one with doors and hopefully one which would transport me from this godforsaken landscape.
As I crested the top of the first treacherous hill, my heart stopped. For a moment, I thought the giant lying in front of me was a living being. It was not. Only a skeleton of what once was.
It was then that I noticed the small tombstone beside it as a winged creature flighted off, its tail a tight pink corkscrew. Not a bird. Not a bat.
I walked over and stood with my back to the biting wind to read the epitaph. “Love is timeless. This world is not. Meet you in the here.” Goosebumps danced up and down my arms. Hereafter or here? Was this giant’s fate my own destiny?
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