It was snowing one particular day when Colin Beck went for a hike on a mountainside. Hikes helped him forget about his loneliness.
Lie.
Hikes kept him away from the Protector from Suffering slumbering in his nightstand drawer. It protected him from the burglars.
There were no burglars to make him suffer. But there were friends who didn't exist.
The dirt trail was becoming a snow trail to blend in with the snow in the ground and the snow at the mountain, but Colin had been up and down and left and right this mountain more times than an intelligent lifeform can count. He could find his way back. was going to have to. work in the morning. the stockroom of a department store.
All alone.
By himself.
With no
one
around.
Just him
and the company of boxes.
Hundreds of boxes.
Hundreds and hundreds of boxes.
Shelves of boxes. Hundreds of shelves of boxes.
Hundreds and hundreds of shelves of hundreds and hundreds of boxes.
So many shelves, so many boxes, that to get lost was easy. Turn left here, walk up there. Take three steps back, now close your eyes and spin around. Easy as getting lost on a snowy mountainside
Where was he?
On the mountainside.
Obviously.
But where on the mountainside?
All Colin could see around him were (no one) trees without their clothes and bushes without their pride and a uniform snow unwinding on the ground, floating in the air, singing a song of accumulations and content.
The trail was 46 centimeters deep and six hundred and five meters gone.
Colin didn't know.
Didn't know how he couldn't have not gotten here. couldn't have zoned out that much. have roamed that far off the path. walked up the mountainside without realizing it, right?
Right?
Colin needed to return to his vehicle, so he walked down the slope and
stepped and
stepped and
stepped and
wasn't fifteen
steps
in before he realized that he was surrounded by the body of a god.
It was everywhere.
All around him.
On him.
So beautiful.
So gorgeous.
It made him want to sleep. But he couldn't sleep. Not until he found his vehicle. He had to find his vehicle.
His vehicle.
It wasn't there to be found. But there was a cave to be found. He entered it, and the songs and bodies of the god were worlds away.
Colin removed his backpack and leaned against the cave side facing up. Safe from the god. Cold, but safe.
And sleepy.
So sleepy.
Colin knew he should build a fire (it was survival 101), but he forgot to purchase matches, and the god didn't want him stealing the stiff paper ore, so he turned on to his side and closed his eyes and fell asleep.651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsuuqxqPC71
