What is the correlation between one's mental state and physical activity? A battle of the mind left my body drained of its will to carry out the major motions it used to and I also was afflicted by thirst.
Lying close to the river that shimmered like a gem under the lonely moonlight (for what seemed like an eternity ) was such a rare find in the cold desolate lands. It was supposed to be refreshing and revitalizing; a chance to relax and quench my thirst but I couldn't get myself to move.
The water enticed me; its gentle waves whispered promises of relief if I could submerge even the tip of my toe in it.
Yet, I could not get my body to move. It was as if my body was suggesting that I should give up.
In this strange world, I hadn't even started before I decided I couldn't do anything reasonable by myself.
Just then my eyes caught on to something ... Something that made me completely forget about my thirst and hunger and the feeling of giving up.
The tranquil water was soon disturbed and my eyes widened at the sudden appearance of a strange creature. A creature as small as a mouse darted through the part of the river near us with a speed that defied my attempts to track its movement.
It had a golden hue that seemed to blur because of its fast speed, making it quite difficult to make out what it was.
It left behind a trail of ripples moving backward from it as it transited the river.
Its movements were a symphony of agility, each twist and turn executed with a mystical finesse.
I strained my eyes, desperate to catch a glimpse of its true nature, but it remained an enigma; an embodiment of speed and grace that defied my understanding.
The creature's presence was both captivating and unsettling, a reminder of the mysteries that lay in the strange land.
As the creature darted through the part of the river near the tree we took shade in, I was provided with a momentary distraction; a relief to the developing turmoil in my mind and the quiet before a storm.
"Hey. " Sky whispered from my side.
She woke up and somehow looked even worse than she did before sleeping.
Her pale face had a blue tinge to it; like that of someone who was at the grasp of a deadly illness.
They had slept for a long... I didn't have a watch or any actual tool for measuring time but from what I felt, it seemed like a long time. I've felt what too much sleep could do and what Sky looked like wasn't it at all.
Her skin had a ghostly pallor and her eyes, once expressive, then had a distant, glassy look; a sign of a weakening grip of consciousness.
"Are you okay?" I asked her as the words that were about to come out of her mouth trailed into incoherent slurred speech.
She must have been suffering from exhaustion from what she did when we were transiting the snow earlier.
Suddenly her breathing became shallow and labored and her eyes seemed to dance, a subtle but undeniable rhythm that gave her gaze an unsteady quality. It was as if an invisible force tugged at her pupils, causing them to sway gently to and fro, casting uncertainty over her vision.
"Hey, Sky!" I screamed as I tried to bounce up to hold her and maybe figure out what was wrong with her and what I could do to help her... But I couldn't...
The moment I attempted to stand every inch of my body except my head and neck was held back to the tree trunk like there was a really strong adhesive that glued me to the tree.
' What is it now?' I wondered as I struggled to pull myself from the mysterious adhesive.
Her body suddenly became a battleground of chaotic movements... and her muscles twitched and convulsed uncontrollably as if a storm had erupted within them. It was as if the very foundation of her being was shaken, leaving her trapped in a disorienting motion.
Even with the way she convulsed she didn't rise so far from the tree trunk.
It seemed as if the adhesive force that held me, held her too.