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Soul Shadows

Alejandro Hirsch Saed • October 18, 2020

The wet gray haze is covering everything from the river, all the way up to the cathedral. The air is cold and thick, making every inhale painful.

If you stretch your arms, your eyes can’t see the tip of your fingers, giving the environment a sense of suspense.

You walk aimlessly to nowhere, just hoping to find a warm place with some soup. You look down, and as you expected your feet are not there.

When you bring your gaze back up, two blinding laser lights appear in the haze. They are as big as an almond, but as strong as the sun.

You walk slowly but straight to them, you’ve seen that glow before.

Your mind is telling you to runaway, to remember the danger those eyes have brought you. Your heart tells you to run straight to them, hug them and never let them go. Your steps become more reliant as you approach.

Then you realize they are pulling away, not fast, but faster than your steps. You accelerate gradually, and finally run, but you can’t seem to reach them.

They remain at the same distance, so you just sit down and look straight at them. You are afraid that if you blink, they’ll disappear.

When you open your eyes, daylight is lighting everything up, and you can see all the way from the river to the cathedral. Your hands are bleeding, your legs asleep, and your back is killing you. You try to stand up and find her eyes.

You look to your left and see a male deer with his branch like horns. Then further back a female deer and two smaller creatures eat the wet grass ignoring your existance.

You approach the male deer, and he approaches you. Your maple eyes and his maple eyes are looking straight at each other.

You kneel and grab some grass, then you extend your hand, and the deer eats.

There is only him and you in the world.

You extend your hand, and slowly reach to his back.

When your hand is just floating above him, he aggressively turns around and runs, his family runs too. You turn around and the fog is making a comeback.

You look down, and as you expected your feet are not there. When you bring your gaze back up, the two glowing hunting lights are back.

You are the pray, you should run, but can’t look away.

The light in them passes through you.

Finally free.

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