The seas glowed a lime green of caution and intrigue. Where are we?
We swam to shore to find a sacred ghetto. The acidic greens and yellows washed over us as our eyes adjusted to this strange world. A ghostly stillness set the waters in a metallic stone.
As we came ashore from the caustic sea all we could hear were the methodic whirls of iron beasts, ever so slowly beating the wind with their arms. The sombre sky enveloped us all. This barren land...
We ventured to a high peak seeking our bearings. A great sight flooded our vision: a violet sky coloured a tormented sea, patches of deep black gave depth to the unsettling red beneath us. A flying bird watching us in the distance.
We crept to the shore and watched as two things marched. The blue sands were unperturbed by the crashing waves. The ocean no longer breaking green but a rich pink as if the sky had bled its soul into the water’s wake.
A lone lighthouse breached the sky. To the realm behind us we would go. Another unknown.
In the ancient forest, mustard falls cascaded over the jungles vegetation. A botanists dream. Our thirsts were quenched as we guzzled up greedily its treasured sap.
The forest was a camouflaged tapestry of orange and yellow. Fauna and Flora had long ago made a pact to guard one another from man. We were guests. In this wilderness like in all wild places. We passed through untouched. Was our existence known?
The forest opened to a field of brilliant blue. The sky lingered a queer pink only interrupted by clouds of surging floss. The notion of time was lost on us. Our eyes were drawn in unison to the white beast before us. A creature whose purity touched our souls. Both parties too enthralled to look away.
We are asked who are we? Oh Strange World…
Who are we?