But when her gaze met the man's, she found herself lost again in the alpine. Barefoot and hungry, her chest ached for the taste of sweet mountain air as she scrambled alongside the herd of cumulonimbus clouds, urging her further and further up towards her God, Helios. And when she broke through the cover of trees only to find His adulteress, the moon, she gasped to finally give way to the rush inside of her; to choke by the pressure of the highest altitude, and let herself be consumed by their light once and for all.
Yet somehow she saw no longer their light, but the darkness surrounding them. And suddenly, wrought by fear, the girl sank to her knees, trembling. The sodden ground beneath her was no more made of soil than of her own flesh, and in her grief she could not help but collapse into the mass of tissue surrounding her, until the mountainous range appeared to morph into a strange and twisted Athena, begging for the justice of higher gods.
Points:
Time spent:
IP address:
Canary word: Present
Possible AI signals:
Original Text:
Are you sure you want to delete this comment? This cannot be undone.
Mark this comment as a review? Points will be awarded to the poster.
Your comment was posted, but it wasn’t long enough to count as a review. Reviews need about four complete sentences (at least 250 characters). Try writing another review that explains your thoughts in more detail — the author will appreciate it, and you’ll earn points for it.
141,755 Literary Works • 675,686 Reviews
