by Rachelle de Bretagne

Created on: June 13, 2008   Last Updated: July 27, 2008

It was one of those nights when the red skyline stretches across the top of the land in the distance, that sits in silhouette as if giving the sky it's moment of glory. The sun was going down, and already the outline of the new moon proudly took its place in the horizon.

Mists in the valley spelt calm for the night, and the tops of the trees that made up the valley below stood out darker than the lands silhouette, giving the landscape form and substance though more in artistic poise than reality, the little grey shapes beyond the trees, outlined by a further shade of grey and then black to the sky beyond.

When I saw the light appear, it startled me. The calm of evening was shattered in one moment, and all the logical gathering together of thoughts of the day passed by me, to be replaced with a kind of vulnerability. What was the light ? Drawn towards it's charged glow, I felt almost pulled towards that light, like the tunnel that people say they see when they are going to die. It beckoned, and my feet involuntarily moved towards the source.

In the valley, there was a strange coldness. The air was almost as chilled as that which emanates from the fridge on a summer's day, when you go to retrieve something to calm the heat, though the evening chill seemed to deepen into a deathly one. "Come to me", called strange noises from the distance, and like a child being beckoned by a parent, I had no will to resist.

When turning the last bend in the road that led to the woodland, the light illuminated all the trees against the then darkened sky, almost like an amphitheater, where all the leaves and grasses, mushrooms and wild flora and fauna were gathered as if by hazard on the same stage. There in the middle of the crowd of nature and the natural beauty of the surroundings stood a small but significant fluorescent baby blue character with small antenna.

"Glook" , he said, in a voice which was almost childlike in quality. "Glook !", I replied, as if I knew what to say. He came towards me, and I noticed his face was strangely familiar though of course I had no idea where I had seen it before. Perhaps it was in a dream, perhaps in another lifetime, though he held out his hand, balanced on the end of a long antenna, and beckoned me forward.

"Gloodallemay", said the blue man. "Glook allamay", I replied, trying to be polite. When faced with a new race of people or new society, one tries to be polite. I pointed to myself. "Me woman", I said. Strange how we perceive that if we talk

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