A most peculiar thing had occurred. In just the last few days the child had become aware of another dimension. It had revealed itself ever so slowly as his eyes began to open, bit by bit over the last few days. This process happened gradually enough not to frighten the boy, but swift enough that he knew something was different. A couple times his partially opened eyes had been opened to more darkness, and sometimes to light. The light was far more interesting of course. It was like the dark, but with more variety. This dimension had soft forms of different shades that moved and changed before him. The shifting of his siblings; once only felt on his skin, was felt through his eyes. Even the great big thing that made soothing noises and fixed his stomach when it felt empty had a shade. The only reason he actually knew how much bigger than him it was was through this new sense. Strangely, Cernan had awoken this morning to find the warmth of their guardian missing. Finding that he could not feel or smell the being, the little tot's eyes worked themselves open as a last resort. Maybe this new dimension could lead him to wherever the comfort had gone. Moving his pale blue optics about the scene, he found only the dark grey-brown of their three-sided realm. Beside the boy, the two others were motionless on the floor. They seemed to do that a lot, but they always wanted to move around and make noise when he wanted to lie down. At least they were still here; his eyes and his skin told him that. An elevation of his wobbly oversized head revealed a new shade, a color his eyes had not before taken in. It was light, but not the usual light. Bright orange had bathed the world as the sun crept higher and higher in the sky. Unsure if this new color was good, like his mother's touch, or bad, like his sibling's teeth, the child simply stared at it. The color made no move toward him, and no move away. Slowly his feeble mind began to conclude that it was indeed acting like the strange fourth wall always did, and that was good. Still, there was the problem of the good being's absence. Tentatively, the fat little fuzzball wiggled to his feet. Still, the light did not advance or draw away. It never did; not unless another big being pushed it out of the way. Thinking that this is where his mother had to have disappeared to, Cernan fumbled forward at a snail's pace. Never before had he gotten so close to this area. The further he moved, the stranger things got. The smells changed; the air started to move more than it had before. Even the new blobs of color began shifting. Fear of the unknown kept his progress slow and careful. Several times the thought of running came to his mind. Still, nothing had hurt him yet, even if it was getting a little cold out here for his liking. At the den entrance, the little prince encountered a threshold of sorts. From that point on, everything became moving color. The air moved about freely, as if of its own accord and his ears took in new and strange noises. High pitched ones from above. Confusion, awe and fear kept the youth from advancing any further. He couldn't see the comforting thing from here; couldn't smell it or hear it either. ”Unnn,” he uttered quietly, looking down at the ground with frustration and concern. Where could she be? He had to find her, she had to come back. A single movement of his worried head alerted Cernan to a green thing that was seemingly very close. Sticking his nose out from the dark realm's protection, he strained as far forward as his stubby legs and poor balance allowed; tentatively touching the alien growth with his nose. ”Urrrrnnnn?” He questioned; his elevated puppy-whine growing even higher with curiosity. Wolf © Kurt Thomas Hunt PhotographyBackground © Chesapeake Bay ProgramManipulation © Jenandra |
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