Steven Cline

the cave is the forest is the cave

As I was falling asleep, a hypnagogic image of a cave came to me. The walls of the cave were colored a rich green, and a bright light was coming from somewhere deep in the cave, though I could not see its source. A strange flesh creature came crawling towards me slowly in a weird and tangled fashion. It seemed like an aggregation of long and skinny human limbs, yet with no torso and no head. The next day, as I explored a nearby trail, I found the creature’s perfect likeness, flanked by the wonderful green of the surrounding forest, and the distant light of the sun.