"merely unnatural"- excerpt from my NOVELLA! "the grey welkin"

 Shadow puppets come first and then,

 A mist conceals the landscape. Still, with a looming greyness ahead, you keep forward the wide path, encouraged by a consistent longing in the pit of your intestines but growing with a surprising sense of familiarity. 

With each step a sound sets in of water flowing hitting a low surface. It starts ringing like a shower stream hitting the drain and intensifies to be a downpour current. You halt; surprised the fog lifts to reveal a decline of earth that travels down to a steamy pond, so clear it reflects an iridescent sky. 

The steam continues to lift and to your left, a thin body of water thickens and follows the drops forming a waterfall. The wholeness of this beauty burns the skin, just as it too cleanses it. You dive into this deep bath below the ground. 

When you sink to the floor the vision above you is a sea of crystal but just at the surface lays the expired body of a dove with its wings surrendered its corpse is upright towards the grey sky, you turn away for a second and then emerge at the surface but instead of a deceased bird. 

My head through your eyes is an oddly shaped curvey size is assembled with an assortment of multidimensional geometric shapes that find each other like magnets as it is done the obscured figure approaches you with my kneecaps just at the surface of the pond, now suddenly smaller than me with my nude image draped in a sheer cape of brine and foam at the hem.

 My movements are gentle but merely unnatural. I’m suddenly at the height of a bell tower, the once-dead bird that fell from somewhere in the clouds is a lifelike being, only familiar life with a thin association. You wake again, the shadow puppets wash away