Forgotten

All in all, I wasn´t sure anymore, that my escapes to Saturn were very good for my health. At least for my health in the real world. I began to wonder, if all this, with me and the people in it, was nothing more than a mere collective delusion our sub-conscious had dragged us into, and somehow we met in a place, we had formed by our desires. It was very clear, that to no one there, the place was exactly the same. And for sure, it was no heaven, nor hell.

It was just there. But some of us, like me, had gained the ability to come and go as we pleased, others just stayed, becoming more and more the place, adapting.

I saw this guy, who´s name I didn´t know, sitting on a rock, fully covered in bees, his eyes wide open, but it was as he wasn´t really himself anymore.

This woman, I encountered, she just stood in a field of wild flowers, gently swaying in the wind, as if she had become one with it.

All the while, I recognized strange behavior in myself. Drifting in and out of my body for weeks, it became harder each time to get back into control, and leave for the real world.

Each time I came back, hunted by reality, I stayed longer.

Somehow, this was more than a place. It felt too real, and too much alive. And I was just a guest there and had not been able to get more than clues and hints as for what was really going on.

I was standing in front of massive secrets. So, for the last time, I left the world behind and journeyed to my world, hoping to find the answers I seeked. I went back to the Forgotten Place.

R.M. Parkner, Saturn-A Diary Of The Forgotten Place