After a brief while she had finally grown to be used to my being, and awkwardly approached me. I was just sitting there rubbing my hands, left my moisturizer back on the coffee table back home. Where the hell was home in the first place? I hadn’t the slightest idea where I was. For a few minutes I thought this was either heaven, or hell, I couldn’t make up my mind. I chuckled at the idea, because than it wouldn’t have mattered, all the skincare treatments I had for Melanoma. That’s why I put on the moisturizer in the first place, for the benefits it give to skincare, and to try to prevent a resurgence of the Melanoma in the first place.

She sat in front of me now, learning, observing me closely. It felt a little bit creepy, and whenever I moved my head to look away from her she moved to continue to gaze at me. “Who are you?” I finally asked. What else was going thru my mind was why on earth was I still just sitting here? “What do you want” I asked her, and she reached out to touch my cheek with her pointer finger, like she was checking to see if I was real, or if I was imaginary.

She had reached out her hand to me, than cocked up. I grabbed her hand and she assisted to pull me up. She was very lovely, and older than I first assumed, possibly middle twenties. Her long red hair was much more fuller than I first thought as well, and she had the prettiest green eyes I had ever seen. It felt like something straight out of a dream I had long ago, when my dreams were sweet and lovely. Now they were more nightmares, but that’s a different story. “You follow me, yes?” She said, or asked, I couldn’t tell her English was broken, but she spoke it. “Oh, so you do speak English I see.” I said to her, and she nodded slightly. “Come.”

She had led me thru a thick forest, where little light had shown through the canopy. It was genuinely very lovely and pretty, and didn’t have the odor of pollution like the city back home had. New York, the city that never sleeps, and the city of mixed smells and accents. That place felt like an eternity away now as she led me thru this amazing forest. If only his company had known this place still existed, it wouldn’t exist for long. Just thinking that had gave me chills, and I felt the sudden need and desire to protect it at all costs.

After about an hour or so of walking we finally made it to a clearing, and I could see a very ample village, nearly as large as a small city back home. I was heaving now, out of breath, nowhere near as in shape as I once was, but that was another time. She pointed out across the clearing to the village, and looked at me. “Balah,” she said, “my home.”

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