The Visitor

Uncomfortable. Bright. But obscured. Enormous in sound. Will I ever get home? Was there ever a time I was home? The figures here ignore me as if they cannot tolerate the Visitor's presence. The way before closed behind me forever and a cool wind beckoned me onward, the dreams and hopes of another lifetime. When I made it to the roiling deep oasis, I was surrounded by a cobalt and iron wall of a million living echoes that danced across its surface and marched along the water's edge. A great tremor wracked the wall and it bent inside of itself, twisted around my perceptions of it, and I ran. But though I ran far into the desert, I never lost the way. I will have always been this way before. With no fear, I relented. I am home. The Visitor. No. Host.