"Appear!" she ordered, forcefully.
In her head, a picture of a deep hole had already been taking form. She had pictured the hole to be a couple meters away from where she was standing. It was about a meter in diameter but almost reaching 3 meters in depth. The 22 firm steps were being laid out evenly as a spiraling stairs to the bottom of the hole.
Magically, the hole appeared exactly as she pictured it, at precisely the location she wanted. There was a pile of sand sitting at the side of the hole, with a shovel stuck to in it. She gingerly thread over to her creation and peeked into its depth. The stairs, although made of nothing else but sand, went in circular manner, creating a firm way to base the hole. Amazing, she felt.
Her left hand keeping her veil in place, she took out her right hand from below the pockets of her long garment and scooped up a handful of sand from the pile. Slowly, she allowed the fine, white sand to run through her fingers, until nothing was left in her palm. The tiny grains fell back into obscurity, no protest whatsoever. So simply, she thought.
She looked around. There was no other lifeforms in her close proximity. Only she stood there alone, wrapped in multitudes of long, flowy garments. Her head was shielded from the scorching sun above with a veil. Only her small almond shaped eyes were visible from the outside. The wind was gentle today, providing just enough breeze to stir the sand of the surface into a gentle, swirling dance.
The richness of life. Her life. But there only one thing she must do now. The trade that she had made with the devil, offering her soul in exchange for total freedom of mind, albeit momentarily, had given her the lift in living out her dreams in ways that she could have wished for. It was worth her soul, to be able to live unconditionally for the first time in her life, in full happiness and compassion, rather than to wilt away, in days, months and years, forever reeling over the what ifs of life.
Standing at the edge of the hole, she still felt happily contented. Fear hath no control over her, now. All her uncertainties had been answered. She would not break her promise. She had been given what she asked, and now she would give what was asked of her.
Slowly and very carefully, she took a step down the sand made spiral stairs. As she made her way down, taking a step at time, she could feel small amounts of sand pouring over her head, coming down around her, like being under the waterfalls, with all the water falling down on you, but with a more soft, velvety feeling.
Beneath her feet, each step that she had taken, crumbled to into the hole. Not fluttering, she continued, until she reached the bottom. In a meditation-like pose, she sat and closed her eyes. She let the sounds of falling sand lull her to her final reverie, peacefully.
In her head, a picture of a deep hole had already been taking form. She had pictured the hole to be a couple meters away from where she was standing. It was about a meter in diameter but almost reaching 3 meters in depth. The 22 firm steps were being laid out evenly as a spiraling stairs to the bottom of the hole.
Magically, the hole appeared exactly as she pictured it, at precisely the location she wanted. There was a pile of sand sitting at the side of the hole, with a shovel stuck to in it. She gingerly thread over to her creation and peeked into its depth. The stairs, although made of nothing else but sand, went in circular manner, creating a firm way to base the hole. Amazing, she felt.
Her left hand keeping her veil in place, she took out her right hand from below the pockets of her long garment and scooped up a handful of sand from the pile. Slowly, she allowed the fine, white sand to run through her fingers, until nothing was left in her palm. The tiny grains fell back into obscurity, no protest whatsoever. So simply, she thought.
She looked around. There was no other lifeforms in her close proximity. Only she stood there alone, wrapped in multitudes of long, flowy garments. Her head was shielded from the scorching sun above with a veil. Only her small almond shaped eyes were visible from the outside. The wind was gentle today, providing just enough breeze to stir the sand of the surface into a gentle, swirling dance.
The richness of life. Her life. But there only one thing she must do now. The trade that she had made with the devil, offering her soul in exchange for total freedom of mind, albeit momentarily, had given her the lift in living out her dreams in ways that she could have wished for. It was worth her soul, to be able to live unconditionally for the first time in her life, in full happiness and compassion, rather than to wilt away, in days, months and years, forever reeling over the what ifs of life.
Standing at the edge of the hole, she still felt happily contented. Fear hath no control over her, now. All her uncertainties had been answered. She would not break her promise. She had been given what she asked, and now she would give what was asked of her.
Slowly and very carefully, she took a step down the sand made spiral stairs. As she made her way down, taking a step at time, she could feel small amounts of sand pouring over her head, coming down around her, like being under the waterfalls, with all the water falling down on you, but with a more soft, velvety feeling.
Beneath her feet, each step that she had taken, crumbled to into the hole. Not fluttering, she continued, until she reached the bottom. In a meditation-like pose, she sat and closed her eyes. She let the sounds of falling sand lull her to her final reverie, peacefully.
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