As she approaches the bridge, it becomes clear it is not as sturdy as she thought. She's been on suspension bridges, and they're bound by reinforced cables. This bridge is merely rope and wood. She looks [[back to the meadow|meadow]]. The sunset glints in her eyes. She turns again to the bridge. It may not be perfect, but it seems sturdy enough to [[cross|cross bridge]].
She approaches the bridge and finds that most of the boards have rotted away. It is impassable.\n\nShe turns around and can see the [[river]] and the [[mountain]].
She ducks her head and enters the cave. The only light comes from the far end, but it is a deep, red light, a far more vibrant colour than it appeared outside.\nThe foul, acrid stench of sulphur is present in the the air.\nThough humid and heavy, the air feels strangely thin and she quickly starts to feel weak and lightheaded. She stands up and promptly has to lean against the wall for support. Her shallow breaths bounce off the walls and back to her as an [[echo|voices in the distance]].
He doesn't let go.\n\n<html>\n<audio loop="loop" autoplay="autoplay" controls="controls" hidden="true">\n <source src="http://www.freesfx.co.uk/rx2/mp3s/2/1903_1275435831.mp3" /> \n</audio> \n</html>
She follows the stone path. It leads through a meadow. The sun is setting ahead of her, and everything is a shade of pink and gold. A breeze swooshes past and ruffles the flowers. There is a layer of what appears to be purple moss on the ground outside the path, and the flowers sprouting from it are large and exotic, each the size of a small dog. She thinks about stopping to [[smell the flowers|flowers]], but maybe she had better just [[keep walking]].
"Okay. Let's dance."\nHe stands and they take a couple steps away from the chairs.\nHe reaches for her, and she meets him awkwardly, unsure of where to put her hands.\n"One on my shoulder...just like that, good. And then our arms make a frame. No, keep your elbow higher. There you go."\n"How you know this?" she asks, laughing.\nHe grins, but doesn't answer the question. "Back, left, step. Forward, right, step. One, two, three. One, two, three[[...|END: dancing forever]]"
The moon is enormous.\nThey can see every crater, every mound and valley. She is almost certain she can see footprints.\nShe puts her arms around him and rests her chin on his shoulder.\nShe sings in a whisper: "And...dance by the light of the moon."\n"Would you like to [[dance]]?" he whispers back.\nShe blushes. "I didn't-"\n"Is that a [[no|don't dance]]?"
As it is wont to do, time presses on without her noticing. The silver moonlight fades into pink dawn.\n"We have to go," he says.\nThe walk back is so much shorter than seems fair.\n\n[[...|parting of the ways]]
She takes a deep breath and gulps. "Screw your courage to the sticking place," she murmurs.\nShe steps backward, hands on the rope railing but not gripping it, and then rushes forward.\nHer leap carries her across the rotting boards, and then across two more. She keeps her arms outstretched, ready to catch the rope.\nShe lands without grace and the board gives way under her.She gasps, and misses the rope. Her arms wrap desperately around the board in front, which thankfully holds.\nLooking down at her dangling legs, she doesn't see the ground. Only a fog. Who knows how deep the canyon is.\nHer arms are tired, and it will be hard to [[pull herself up]], and it would be so easy to [[let go|END: let go]].
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She trails one hand along the wall as she walks, in case she needs to lean against it again. There are voices in the distance. Shouting. And beyond that, [[screaming]].\n
"Okay," he says, smiling. "//Okay//. Great."\nHe jerks his head, indicating she should come along.\nShe hurries forward and falls into step with him as they continue along the path. She glances up, and looks away, blushing, when he beams at her.\nHer heart still feels like it's quivering, but then she links her arm with his and her body is flooded with warmth.\nShe is so [[calm|tv]].
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As though she were wearing seven-league boots, she makes it to the mountain in only a few steps. Everything is sharp and in focus, and she blinks at the sudden change in her eyesight.\nLight emanates from a cave mouth at the base of the mountain.\nDare she [[enter|cave]], or should she [[turn back|other side]]?
She pulls herself up and swings her legs up onto the board. She lies there for a moment on her stomach, trying to catch her breath.\nCarefully, gingerly she stands, and continues to the [[other side]].
The cobblestone path passed through a seemingly endless meadow of rolling hills and short flowers. Silver light catches to top of the foliage and the grass shimmers.\nShe leans her head against his shoulder as they walk.\nEventually they come to two lawn chairs sitting in the grass in front of an old black and white television. They sit down, and watch some [[movie]].\n\nThen she [[notices something|the sky]].
"Look!" she whispers, pointing at the sky.\n"Hmm?" He looks over at her, and his whole face kind of brightens, as though he's just noticed she's there and he's glad about it.\nShe smiles.\n"//Look//," she says. She gets to her feet, and comes around the back of his chair. She crouches behind him, with one hand on his left shoulder and the other hand pointing. "Look at [[the moon]]."
The lilies look on sadly as the girl disappears into the earth. They lean over the pit to see that the rose thorns are already squeezing her heart.\nThe buds in her eyes are beginning to bloom, and moss is sprouting from the soles of her feet.\nA crown of lilies blossoms from her forhead. They crane their weak stems and look up.\nThe lilies at the top of the pit look away, hurt by remembering.\n\n<html>\n<audio loop="loop" autoplay="autoplay" controls="controls" hidden="true">\n <source src="http://a.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqlvcsS1791qzcluxo1.mp3#_=_" /> \n</audio> \n</html>
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They are on a patio in what is not really her backyard.\nHe hugs her.\nToo few people in the world know what they want, and too many //think// they know.\nPeople think they want money, when what they want is security. Or they think they want fame, when they are really searching for meaningful connections.\nBut at this moment, she is surer of this fact than she has ever been of anything: she does not want him to let go.\nThere are reasons, surely. He represents serenity, or hope or...something.\nHowever, her mind is simply saying, "Don't go," over and over. Louder and louder. Like it's the only important thought she's ever had. Because this is the only touch she can remember that's feels like love.\n\n"[[Don't go.]]"
There is a statue by the river.\nA girl reaching out to its indigo waters.\nA girl made of stone.\nExcept for her eyes. They are smoother. Reflective. Shimmering, as <<cyclinglink "with silver" "with tears">>.\n\n\n<html>\n<audio loop="loop" autoplay="autoplay" controls="controls" hidden="true" volume="1">\n <source src="http://www.freesfx.co.uk/rx2/mp3s/9/10401_1372095300.mp3" /> \n</audio>\n</html>
the not-quite backyard\n\n
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She's said it before she could think about it.\nHis <<cyclinglink "smile fades" "facade crumbles" >>.\n\n<html>\n<audio loop="loop" autoplay="autoplay" controls="controls" hidden="true">\n <source src="http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/mp3-royaltyfree/Disquiet.mp3" /> \n</audio> \n</html>
Gently, so as not to crush them, she steps onto the grass of the meadow and sits near a cluster of flowers.\nThe lilies all seem to recoil from her touch, but the tulips and forget-me-nots, and some of the other, stranger, plants all begin to move, to //grow// toward her.\nShe [[lies down|lying in the grass]].\n\n
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Her arms burn as she struggles to pull herself up. She gets one elbow up on the plank and rests for a moment, breathing heavily. She wants to [[give up|END: let go]], but she's halfway there. It's just a little [[further|made it]]...
"I just want to sit here a little longer," she says honestly.\nSo he gets out of his chair and they sit together on the grass, looking up at the moon.\nAnd then he lies back, and she feels his eyes on her. So she lies back too.\nAnd they soon forget about the moon.\n\n[[>>>|back]]
Her moonlight silver fades to moon-rock grey, and it's crawling up her legs now.\nUp her chest.\nUp her [[neck|END: statue]].\n\n\n
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She is on a patio in her backyard. Except...it isn't quite her backyard. It doesn't have a fence around it. Instead, it stretches on <abbr title="She's seen this place before. Once upon a dream.">infinitely.</abbr>.\nThere is a stone path to her [[left|meadow]] and a suspension bridge to her [[right|bridge]].
Maybe it's only paranoia, but the dark water seems sinister, and she balls her outstretched hand into a fist. \n\nShe turns around and can see the [[bridge|the broken bridge]] and the [[mountain]].
Alicia Neptune
They dance, and they dance, and they dance.\nHe keeps her from stumbling and she giggles when he twirls her.\nThe stars play a chord.\n"You and I?" he says. "Us together."\n"Yes," she murmurs. "Dancing forever and forever..."\n\n<html>\n<audio loop="loop" autoplay="autoplay" controls="controls" hidden="true">\n <source src="http://a.tumblr.com/tumblr_mryykdqgvV1r6yktuo1.mp3" /> \n</audio> \n</html>\n
[img[liatrisstargazer_gif29916425389191_32]]\n\nShe kneels down beside the flowers and smells a large pink lily. She immediately feels intoxiated, her head happily swimming. She tries to pick one of the flowers, but it recoils as she touches it.\nStartled, she reaches for another flower. This one rubs against her hand, like a cat looking for affection.\nAnother flower begins to wrap its stem around her wrist, and tickles.\nThese flowers are soft, and strangely warm, and she's leaning forward because she wants more of the fuzzy intoxication pervading her mind.\nThe stone path is beginning to hurt her knees. She should [[keep walking]]. Or maybe she could [[sit with the flowers]] for a bit. They're extraordinary.
The screaming is coming from behind a set of iron gates, accompanied by frantic pounding. \nAs she gets closer, the screaming seems louder, and louder, and now it's in her [[head|END: in her head]]...
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She takes tentative steps across the bridge, gripping tightly to the slightly frayed rope. It sways with each step she takes, so she goes slowly and walks in the centre, putting one foot directly in front of the other.\nAs she reaches the middle of the bridge, already alarmed by how much it's sagging, she notices that a couple of the boards look partially rotted. She can't tell if they are safe to cross. She could [[jump]]...but the bridge might just collapse anyway if she does. She could [[continue walking|continue across bridge]] in the hope that the boards are sturdier than they look.\nOr she could always go [[back to the meadow|meadow]].
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"That's okay," he says, shrugging. "That's-It's not big deal."\nHe turns.\n\n...\n\n[["Wait! Yes."|yes]]\n\n[["I didn't think so."|END:no]]
She is screaming.\nIt is chaos, here on the other side of the gates. \nBodies crammed together, small children being crushed or trampled by the crowds, everyone panicking—\n\n<<timedreplace 6>>—for all eternity.<<endtimedreplace>>\n\n<html>\n<audio loop="loop" autoplay="autoplay" controls="controls" hidden="true">\n <source src="http://www.freesfx.co.uk/rx2/mp3s/9/10419_1373481011.mp3" /> \n</audio> \n</html>
Her head is warm and heavy, and she feels satisfyingly tired, like one might feel after a long day's hard work.\nShe is idly watching the sky turn from pink, to purple, to indigo, and does not notice the vines growing across her body, or the flowers sprouting along her arms.\n<<timedreplace 8>>Or that she's slowly sinking.<<endtimedreplace>>\n<<timedreplace 16>>Or that some of the vines are developing thorns.<<endtimedreplace>>\n<<timedreplace 24>>Or that the earth around her is turning [[red|END: the girl who became the earth]].<<endtimedreplace>>
Gripping the rope railing firmly, she takes careful steps across the boards, careful to step closer to the more solid-looking edges than the sagging centre.\nThe boards do not break, and she makes it safely to the [[other side]].
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<abbr title="She's seen him in her dreams before. He is a combination of many of the men she knows - all the best from each.">''He''</abbr> is standing on the path. Her heart thumps loudly in her chest, sending vibrations throughout her entire body. She feels like she's quaking.\n"Hi," he says.\n"H-Hi," she stammers.\nHe <abbr title="She's too caught up in her own body to notice, but he's nervous too. His hands are in his coat pockets, curling into fists.">''smiles.''</abbr>\n"Do you want to walk with me?" he asks.\n\n...\n\n[["Okay."|yes]]\n\n[["Umm..."|maybe]]\n\n[["I-I don't think so."|END:no]]
The river runs dark and quick. She leans over to see if there are any fish and is startled by her reflection, which is shimmering silver in the current, looking like moonlight. She crouches forward to [[touch it|touch the water]] but then [[hesitates|don't touch the water]].
He lets go.\n\n"I'll be back," he says. "I promise."\nHe disappears over the fence.\n\n...\n\nShe wakes up and lies still in bed, living in the memory of a perfect, penultimate, moment.\nHer heart is heavy with letting go.\nFor the first time, she can really feel it.\n\n<html>\n<audio loop="loop" autoplay="autoplay" controls="controls" hidden="true">\n <source src="http://a.tumblr.com/tumblr_mlwomql10a1r3qbtco1.mp3" /> \n</audio> \n</html>
It is darker on this side, somehow. The sky seems more red than pink, and the ground looks like volcanic rock.\nEverything more than a hundred metres away seems blurry. Her eyes can't seem to focus properly.\nWhat she //can// see is a [[river]], a [[mountain]] and [[another bridge|the broken bridge]], spanning a large crack in the earth.
Her trembling fingertips skim the surface of the water and her hand begins to tingle. The silver creeps up her hand like watercolour paint seeping into paper.\nShe can't pull her hand away. Her fingertips are stuck to the water, like they are connected to some deeper anchor.\nThe silver is up to her wrist and she cannot move her fingers. The shimmer is beginning to [[fade|the stone girl]] now.