Sun

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She lay on the beach, arms outstretched as she felt the warm sand against her back as she stared at the setting sun from the rift. Her auburn hair fell over the edge of the sand dune, even though she had cut it recently. She smiled as she watched the beautiful waves hit against the shore, and her green eyes glittered in the orange sun’s glow.

Australia was beautiful, that was for sure, but she knew she would have to leave soon. She couldn’t just bear to look at anything. Not anymore.

She closed her eyes, listening to the wind, as it seemed to whistle softly in her ears. She smiled to herself, her arms almost creeping to push her off the sand dune, and perhaps see if she could indeed die.

Green eyes snapped open, and she sat up, composing herself. The thought had crossed her mind…like the first time she was here…

She had been buried deep within the sand, as if it were her own grave, and she couldn’t remember anything before that or how long she was there. All she knew was that it was dark and silent, and she was immobile. She just stared into the darkness, until almost softly, she could hear voices, someone digging, and beeping.

“I think I found one, Elda!” A boy said, and she blinked, as finally she felt fingers wrap around her arm, almost scratching her, and she jerked absentmindedly.

“….Oh my god…ELDA! GET MOM!”

Everything then went dark, as she finally felt herself be pushed into a light.

She smiled, staring out at the sun, and finally getting up. She walked around the dune, eyes curious. This was all that was left of where her first memories began. She stopped, staring at something, almost like a bump in the sand. She wanted to brush the sand away, and yet at the same time, she didn’t. It was haunting yet wonderful to stare at the bump. Curiosity and fear were evident as the wooden grid that no longer worked rested against her hip brought back memories of why she shouldn’t touch anything. So many fears had risen that she couldn’t handle it. Stepping away, she was about to run, but at the same time, a heavy wind blew, and Mango’s curiosity was satisfied.

A green rabbit with golden wings stared at her, a tail with a pink heart wrapped around its body. She approached the green animal, and squatted down, poking it slightly. She suddenly saw it was a stuffed animal and grinned, picking up the animal, and placed it next to the garment grid.

Her journey would begin here, now. The pilgrimage for her memories, they all began here.

The waves broke against the shore, as they always would, as long as the earth would breathe…