StoryVerse〔30〕

Waltz Time

You wake up in the countryside already on your feet, as if landed softly from a well-practised leap.

Even though the sun has yet to appear, the air is already pleasantly warm.

Morning dew on tall reeds. Birds chirping, bell tower in the distance.

The voice was right . . . and so were you.

But where, when — and in what dimension — are you now?

There seem to be two main paths for investigation: the village or the forest.

〔⍺〕〔go back〕〔head towards the village〕〔head into the forest〕

Eric Pan writes

Campfire Sparks

. Evergreen music-imagination adventures — plus scenes from life as a touring/recording artist — flown to your postbox pronto 🌮