Welcome to the most recent installment of The Bamboo Labyrinth - the short I've been working on for quite a while now. The core memory, that the text is all about, has finally been discovered, though the meaning of the title still remains somewhat hidden, only hinted upon up until now.
In today's slightly shorter excerpt we will delve into the core of it once again, uncovering a bit more of what lies beyond the curtain of the chosen mind. What shall we discover? Find out below!
For first-time readers, as always - I advise you to start reading from the very beginning.
[ST] - The Bamboo Labyrinth - Part 1: Introduction
Enjoy!
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The silence around us seemed to hold everything in place, pristine and clean we found ourselves prepared to overcome eons of time. But it quickly became clear to me again how my mind was only fooling with at the time. Though the real reason why I snapped out of this mesmerized state was her doing.
It sounds so clumsy that it’s stupid, but that is just reality unfolds before you. She lost her balance.
Threatening to just keel over on the spot, I hurried over to her, hardly managing to catch her or even break her fall. Luckily she wasn’t hurt at all, stammered something about being used to hitting the ground all of a sudden. And so this moment became also the first one I can remember, when I felt like a complete full-blown idiot. How could I imagine that she actually was speaking the truth? It didn’t dawn on me till a little bit later that I heard her speak. How she, without any hesitation, broke apart the picture in my mind of her being just a beautiful, yet completely silent and thus cold statue.
In any way, for that moment, I would have sworn that she was trying to be sarcastic, but as it turns out there was a little bit more behind this, for her abundant, sentence.
It’s hard to understand if you look at it from a perfectly healthy point of view, but those things you see as normal aren’t for everybody. A somewhat sad and harsh truth life holds behind curtains of lead. But don’t try to waste any of your precious time thinking about it too much, for just as it seems that the number of these curtains is to be growing to an endless amount, so you will see that there are even far more people standing behind those. The rabbit hole is infinite and just like that it overwhelms you.
A few things in her body just didn’t work out that well she put a simple truth in simple words, her balance being one of the more troublesome. How dangerous this would be for her life was something she didn’t want to think about and I didn’t question her on that. Eventually everybody goes, so why cut the time we have until then with pointlessly thinking about the moment when it’s all too late?
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As a heads up for all readers, this little series will be continuing for maybe one or two more weeks before it finally comes to a close. You will know when this happens. ("Geez man, it's finally over, man...")
For a few more bloggish parts of today's post:
I'm actively starting to re-edit and polish my semy-old fanfiction "Blood-stained Shadows - Chronicles of a Lost Soul" as well as "Sleeptalking".
Yes you read it right, Sleeptalking... I'm not only talking about it, I'm doing it. And yes... again...
I'm still not fully happy with it.
Concerning my fanfict. The most common question should probably be the "why" looming around almost any corner in the artificial labyrinth that is the human mind. Well... it just felt right to do so(and I've got a plan *hint hint*). Aside from that, I've been meaning to clean out a lot of the more ... well... idiotic mistakes that sneak into such a manuscript despite all the correcting.
Best example, also labelling me as illiterate -- throne and thrown. Yes you hear the difference when speaking them out loud, but no you don't really hear it when only saying it in your mind. And I only recently (with Loner's Peak and Sleeptalking edit n°X) I've converted to reading everything out loud; much to the entertainment of my surrounding... hearing the same sentence 3 to 4 times, only one word changing per reading.
And whatever you just thought - it's actually is kinda fun.
As always, thanks for reading. Check back on Sunday for yet another pointless update on the weekend. I really need to get some content for that.
Marc, re-re-re-re-re-editing more stuff
P.S.: Kittehs finally going up - two pictures of Mauzi III, heir to a legacy.
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