Despairing in Hope
Rachel walked across probably the strangest land she had ever seen. All the colors twisted and swirled into negative shades that bled to grey, then black, then splattered rainbow. There was constant motion here — sky, ground, even the air before her face moved in living waves of color and thought.
She tried to sleep; the motion pressed against her closed eyelids. She tried to meditate and will peace and calm into her surroundings but no peace came, calm was a distant memory she had nor hope of finding here. Finally she tried to think; the motion crowded in as if urging her with some urgent message.
And it was urgent. The point of this plane was giving — giving in abundance. It offered everything wanted and everything needed. This plane was all hope, but because it gave in that impossible way, nothing offered was ever truly received.
