Benjamin Randall

Multimedia Freelancer

Web Developer - 3D Artist

Visual Artisan - Writer

Fragments Gallery

Reflecting Lights

The sound of rushing water threatens to lull you to sleep. You shift your head and the dull roar surrounds you, embracing you in its cold caress. The rock you are seated on is cold beneath you; it's a good cold though. Not freezing but instead refreshing. The light on your closed eyelids lessens; a cloud may have blocked the sun.

You take in a deep breath and the scent of the surrounding foliage and the stream fills your nostrils. Amidst the other scents you pick out the fresh smell of flowers from somewhere nearby.

Cool liquid lightly sprays across your skin, your skin quivers at its touch.

Your eyelids lift and you look around. The rock you are seated on rests next to a creek. This particular portion of the water is rough; the wind catches the spray and blows the tiny droplets towards you. You shiver as the water splatters across your skin.

It is evening time; the sun is halfway down the sky. Soon it will finish its daily descent from the heavens to the horizon. The golden light filters through the trees all around. It glitters on the surface of the flowing creek; tiny spots of light in the darkness of the water.

It reminds you of something. Even in any chore that you dislike, in anything that you loath, there are those small spots which you don't mind, maybe even enjoy. There are those moments which make it all worthwhile.

Recently you realized that you're right where you want to be. Some things could be better, but that’s always the case. For now it is enough.

You continue to stare at the glittering water as the glitter slowly dims. Soon it vanishes altogether as the sun dips below the distant horizon.

It's time, you decide.

"End simulation," you say as you rise from the rock.

Around you the scene fades away, leaving you in a dimly lit large room. A light strip begins to pulse a light violet around the doorway across from you. Regretfully you survey the room once more. The memory of what you had just seen still vivid in your mind. If you could you would never leave this room. It could show you anything, it could be anything and everything you ever needed. However you had to return to the real world.

You would be back when you could. The scenes, the memories, you observed here would wait for your return.

Just as you would wait for them to return to you.