Green Labyrinth
tamlin
Tamlin sat on his haunches in a strange maze. He knew not that this bamboo labyrinth had been part of his homeland before the fall of the gods. He had left Helovia well before it had turned up and he had missed it on his stumbling march towards the portal some moons ago. How long had he really been here? It seemed like a lifetime, and ever since he arrived in this hellish place he had had more and more trouble separating reality from hallucinations. Before he fell through the portal his ritual had only once in a while given him visions of days past, but now they turned up almost every time he “spoke to his mother”. Were any of those he had met real? Well, Nüwa must have been a dream; no real horse was as pretty as her.
Tamlin had lost track on how many lotuses he had consumed since that morning and he was completely out of it. Surrounded by the ghosts of his past he sat rocking from side to side. Not even the sight of his “friend” the blue butterfly (or rather flying flower) he called Allie managed to calm him this time. Some of the hallucinations he saw could have been the spirits of this strange land, but the black unicorn could not tell them apart. He wasn’t afraid, in fact nothing seemed to face him or even lure a reaction out of him. He had never been this stoned before. If someone were to ask him his name it was doubtful he would know it.
So he sat there, rocking, as the mists began to churn and move. As a form was created just a few lengths away from him. And as a voice boomed from the shadowy figure of eyes and teeth. The sound actually startled him and he quickly turned his head towards it - well he thought he had moved quickly, but in reality it was a very slow turn of his head. His eyes rolled in their sockets almost unable to focus, but finally the image reached into his mind.
"Whoa…" the black stallion breathed as he took in the face of this being.
He struggled to understand what was happening around him, but failed miserably. There were several versions of Mauja and Aviya closing in on him, as well as a few of his mother and sister. They all looked different, every ghost scarier than the next. There were sounds too, screams and roars, maybe? He also thought he heard words coming from above him. He couldn’t make sense of anything. The world seemed to move in slow motion at the same time as he felt like time had sped up. Still he was not afraid, only numb and confused. Come what may. he thought. I have no more fucks to give.
Tamlin had lost track on how many lotuses he had consumed since that morning and he was completely out of it. Surrounded by the ghosts of his past he sat rocking from side to side. Not even the sight of his “friend” the blue butterfly (or rather flying flower) he called Allie managed to calm him this time. Some of the hallucinations he saw could have been the spirits of this strange land, but the black unicorn could not tell them apart. He wasn’t afraid, in fact nothing seemed to face him or even lure a reaction out of him. He had never been this stoned before. If someone were to ask him his name it was doubtful he would know it.
So he sat there, rocking, as the mists began to churn and move. As a form was created just a few lengths away from him. And as a voice boomed from the shadowy figure of eyes and teeth. The sound actually startled him and he quickly turned his head towards it - well he thought he had moved quickly, but in reality it was a very slow turn of his head. His eyes rolled in their sockets almost unable to focus, but finally the image reached into his mind.
"Whoa…" the black stallion breathed as he took in the face of this being.
He struggled to understand what was happening around him, but failed miserably. There were several versions of Mauja and Aviya closing in on him, as well as a few of his mother and sister. They all looked different, every ghost scarier than the next. There were sounds too, screams and roars, maybe? He also thought he heard words coming from above him. He couldn’t make sense of anything. The world seemed to move in slow motion at the same time as he felt like time had sped up. Still he was not afraid, only numb and confused. Come what may. he thought. I have no more fucks to give.
love is a polaroid
he reaps in blood
- Every kind of violence may be used against Tamlin at all times -
