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was there. And then, neither was Griffin.
From under the cool shade of the edge of a forest, Griffin looked across a small river at four children playing on the opposite bank. At first, everything around him was familiar, expected, known, and cherished. Those feelings seemed borrowed and quickly faded. He looked at the children again and saw they were not humans. They had two arms, two legs, fingers and toes; however their limbs were more insect like in design. No, not with an exoskeleton, but longer limbs, more pronounced bones and joints. Muscles not in clumped adjacency like humans, but more sinuous, longer. On closer observation Griffin noted their skulls had twin slightly raised ridges under the skin. The ridges began several centimeters above each temple and crossed the circumference of the skull, ending before the neck. They were beautiful beings. Despite the sunlight that bathed the opposite river bank, the children's skin was pink, supple. They each had similar sandy brown hair and matching eyebrows. Their noses were flatter and wider than humans, but only by a small amount. And from where Griffin observed, their mouths were quite human and expressive.
And as they played with small white stones, Griffin understood why they seemed like children. The laughter, antics, and play — yes, they were playing a game, tossing the small stones in an order to each placed stone. Griffin couldn't make out the meaning, but he knew these were playing children.
Griffin became aware that he was spying on the children. He was ten meters deep under a deep green canopy, standing half-hidden behind the trunk of a tree. A tree?
“What variety of tree is this?” Griffin asked as he observed and felt the trunk. He had never seen it’s like before.
The ground cover didn’t complete with the trees. The ground was covered with dark leafy vegetation, made darker under the shade. Sprites of light danced on top, having escaped through the canopy. Looking around Griffin realized he couldn't recognize any of the vegetation. Even though Griffin was an urbanite, he held some knowledge of plant life from his youth and vacations.
"Nope, no poison ivy here,” Griffin determined. Somehow this made Griffin more relaxed, nearing comfortable. He had been highly allergic to poison ivy and was glad to discover he wasn't standing ass-deep in it now.
As Griffin took in more of his surroundings, when the big question clanged in his head: "Where am I?" Griffin felt the humidity keeping his sweat close to his body. He heard unfamiliar birds and insects within the canopy. He saw the shade keeping away bright sunlight, which was much like Earth's Sun but gave off a more yellow light. He could hear the river and the children. He could smell a slight damp vegetable decay, common to any forrest on a warm summer day. Finding no answers he focused again on their play. Leaning his weight against the tree with his chest, Griffin half embraced the trunk with his right arm. Finding perfect comfort in placing his head against the tree, Griffin simply watched. In so doing he found and embraced what felt like an eternal peace. It was if Griffin were taking a nap, in the same hammock, on the same warm afternoon, in his own backyard, as he had done so for years. His mind emptied. Griffin simply was a part of this moment, watching the children play, observing in peace. Here. Now.
Griffin realized another feeling, drawing upon it like it were from short term memory: he had come here to observe the children with another. The realization didn't surprise or startle Griffin; he embraced it as he was embracing the tree. Turning to his left he looked upon the other observer.
He said with the comfort of addressing a close family member, "They are beautiful. I feel I could watch them forever.”
“Yes,” the other responded in a whisper, "I feel I already have.”
Before Griffin stood a mature specimen of the humanoid children he had been watching. The skull ridges were
From under the cool shade of the edge of a forest, Griffin looked across a small river at four children playing on the opposite bank. At first, everything around him was familiar, expected, known, and cherished. Those feelings seemed borrowed and quickly faded. He looked at the children again and saw they were not humans. They had two arms, two legs, fingers and toes; however their limbs were more insect like in design. No, not with an exoskeleton, but longer limbs, more pronounced bones and joints. Muscles not in clumped adjacency like humans, but more sinuous, longer. On closer observation Griffin noted their skulls had twin slightly raised ridges under the skin. The ridges began several centimeters above each temple and crossed the circumference of the skull, ending before the neck. They were beautiful beings. Despite the sunlight that bathed the opposite river bank, the children's skin was pink, supple. They each had similar sandy brown hair and matching eyebrows. Their noses were flatter and wider than humans, but only by a small amount. And from where Griffin observed, their mouths were quite human and expressive.
And as they played with small white stones, Griffin understood why they seemed like children. The laughter, antics, and play — yes, they were playing a game, tossing the small stones in an order to each placed stone. Griffin couldn't make out the meaning, but he knew these were playing children.
Griffin became aware that he was spying on the children. He was ten meters deep under a deep green canopy, standing half-hidden behind the trunk of a tree. A tree?
“What variety of tree is this?” Griffin asked as he observed and felt the trunk. He had never seen it’s like before.
The ground cover didn’t complete with the trees. The ground was covered with dark leafy vegetation, made darker under the shade. Sprites of light danced on top, having escaped through the canopy. Looking around Griffin realized he couldn't recognize any of the vegetation. Even though Griffin was an urbanite, he held some knowledge of plant life from his youth and vacations.
"Nope, no poison ivy here,” Griffin determined. Somehow this made Griffin more relaxed, nearing comfortable. He had been highly allergic to poison ivy and was glad to discover he wasn't standing ass-deep in it now.
As Griffin took in more of his surroundings, when the big question clanged in his head: "Where am I?" Griffin felt the humidity keeping his sweat close to his body. He heard unfamiliar birds and insects within the canopy. He saw the shade keeping away bright sunlight, which was much like Earth's Sun but gave off a more yellow light. He could hear the river and the children. He could smell a slight damp vegetable decay, common to any forrest on a warm summer day. Finding no answers he focused again on their play. Leaning his weight against the tree with his chest, Griffin half embraced the trunk with his right arm. Finding perfect comfort in placing his head against the tree, Griffin simply watched. In so doing he found and embraced what felt like an eternal peace. It was if Griffin were taking a nap, in the same hammock, on the same warm afternoon, in his own backyard, as he had done so for years. His mind emptied. Griffin simply was a part of this moment, watching the children play, observing in peace. Here. Now.
Griffin realized another feeling, drawing upon it like it were from short term memory: he had come here to observe the children with another. The realization didn't surprise or startle Griffin; he embraced it as he was embracing the tree. Turning to his left he looked upon the other observer.
He said with the comfort of addressing a close family member, "They are beautiful. I feel I could watch them forever.”
“Yes,” the other responded in a whisper, "I feel I already have.”
Before Griffin stood a mature specimen of the humanoid children he had been watching. The skull ridges were
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