...the seerseer snorted in her sleep. And promptly fell into the water. She sputtered and awoke, startled. Coughing up water, and barely realizing her situation, she grasped the tree's trunk and climbed back onto it. Then the author fell asleep on the keyboard. fdn And then woke up, surprised that there weren't more letters from her escapade--and also a bit depressed. Three was a very small number.
But this story is not about the author, as much as it is not about the wombat (or, maybe--probably, more). The seerseer heard a loud rush of water. It sounded like...a river. A very fast flowing river. It grew steadily louder and louder and she started going faster and faster and then, suddenly, was on nothing. Then she began to fall, the air whooshing past her wet ears. Down...
Farther down. She had been falling for at least five minutes. It was exhilarating. And, also, a bit frightening. There began to be little spirals of iridescent color all around her. Just a few, and then more and more, like she was falling through a tube made entirely of brightly colored spiders' silk. Lights began to float around her along with the silky spirals of color. It was like an elaborate display of northern lights. Little sparkles started falling with her, except, since they were both falling, it looked like they were staying still. The seerseer could no longer feel the air whooshing up past her. Everything was calm.
Then, abruptly, everything was black.
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