Emerging from underneath a rock where the child had taken up residence, there was a distinct feeling of flesh being seared from bone, nerve, and sinew. The feeling was one of coming undone, of utter annihilation. It burned, it burns, as it will always...it's not so bad; i mean it still burns, and undone came and went back to the rock that now seems so distant.the child opened eyes and saw eyes staring back. shock! it was utter and emergent, and it struck like a rock indeed. it was a mirror, a pool of water, distinct, and blazing with the light of the sun in the fore and background searing away memories of a child monarch in a land underneath rock.what was, and what is, is an image reflected brightly in sinewy water ripples illuminated by a burning orb from above. what is is new and ennervating, a land sometimes boney, sometimes fleshy. a world, maybe not of the adult, but no longer of the child. I think I'll stay here, cuz it's warm in this light.
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