Cryptic Fiction

Welcome to Cryptic Fiction, a place where the unexpected becomes the expected. Here you will discover limitless imagination, with a dash of darkness to spice things up. Break boundaries, explore the extreme, and journey to the other side. Step out of the day and smile at the night. Don't worry, the night will smile back. It's been waiting for you your entire life...

The Red Tree​​​​

First, there was the supernatural glow. As moonlight cascaded from the smooth obsidian trunk, dancing in waves like raindrops over a pane of glass. Next, there was its celestial beauty. The delicate curves and twists as nature expressed not just life, but a carefree dance to accompany her down the eternal corridors of time. And then there was color. Vivid blood-red petals of infinite delicacy that were interlaced with frosted pink blooms that pulsed like the beating heart of the cosmos.

The “Tree of the World,” sits atop Mount Olympus. While directly beneath it, the waterfall of Enipeas flows down to the springs of Feneos, which in turn becomes the river Styx. And it is that river which separates the land of the living, from the land of the dead. The Norse people named this sacred tree Yggdrasil, the Chinese call it Jian-Mu, while in Hindu lands it is known as the Ashvattha.

Yet names did not concern Gaia, whose own included Terra, and Tellus. Only the task set before her mattered. She was to be the protector of the tree, a statue of perfection, and the lone sentinel that would keep the greed, violence, and hubris of humanity at bay. Until the time of the prophecy could be fulfilled. When one would come that would join the tribes, and bring peace to the Earth.

Gaia knew that she would have to wait a long time, a long time indeed...

Painting by.  Laurie Ann Carr

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