Glad you could join us for the next trippy episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning to the beginning, and reading really fast…
Following a golden line threading its way through leafy trees and brambled bushes wasn’t as easy in his altered state as Elliot had anticipated. Sometimes the light seemed alive and beckoning. Then it might taunt him by vanishing down a burrowed tunnel to shoot into the sky several yards away as the barely visible trail of a manic firefly, only to fall into a puddle or pool like a disillusioned star. (It was impossible for him to tell which it was, pool or puddle, or even if there really was a body of water there at all.)
The minutes stretched to hours, the hours to days, and the days to years that lasted only seconds. I’ve been here forever, he thought. Why hasn’t the sun come up?
As if arrested by his thought, the shining strand stopped streaming. Its tip floated just out of reach, swelling as the whole of its infinite tail rocketed into it. Elliot stood mesmerized. The expanding ball of light obscured the forest, turning everything he could see into a blinding white fog.
Slowly, droplets coalesced into a buzzing image that surrounded him. A new forest emerged, and a single tree extended a huge branch over his head. The buzzing became a massive colony unlike anything Elliot had ever seen, with wasps converging from every direction.
“This means something,” he whispered.
Cassandra’s voice rose from beneath his foot. “Find me, Elliot. Hurry!”
To be continued. . .