LXV | Creation

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The parrot doesn't return.

There's no one to tell me
what the whispering means.

Nothing happens.

I don't have anything with me.
I ran out without my phone.
I don't know how to reach Rowan.

I turn away
from the rowan tree
and
everything

goes black.

I breathe
but I can't hear myself breathing.

I look down
but I can't see myself moving.

This is freaky.

'I want to go back,'
I say.

Then, I hear
a familiar voice.

'O have been waiting for you.'

It's Nya-Nya.
Rowan's winged donkey.

'Where are you?!'

I'm shouting,
but I can't hear my own voice.

'You'll see me on the sixth day.'

Sixth day?
What the #*%&?

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I don't know
how much time passes

in this void
of nothingness.

It's neither cold or hot,
there's no sensation.

It's nothing.

LET THERE BE LIGHT.

Suddenly,
a blinding flash.

Through red eyelids,
I see the silhouette
of my arms
shielding my eyes.

Then I see...

Rocks.

Water.

Fire.

Everything's suspended
like some sci-fi movie.

Everything else
is black.

I feel ground beneath my feet,
but I don't have any feet.

Nothing more happens.

Water rushes in,
consuming the rocks,

spitting them out.

Consuming them.

Spitting them out.

The donkey's low voice:
'This is the first day.'

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