My dream

A world split in two. Both in the turmoil of the creation process. I resided in the land of the black. I was running. Timing was crucial. To touch one of the many trees, as they spring from the ground and move into their final resting position, my life would end. The ground bubbled below me. Gradually lifting me higher and higher, bursting sending me falling deep into the abyss. Broken and hurt, I climbed the cliff. Acidic fumes coated the air. I must reach the land of the white. I must, or I shall die. I traveled in care and in speed. The hills were great. The valleys were deep. The forest was large. Then the water came. Hard in force. It washed me away. I was drowning. All went black. I awoke on the shore of the land of the white. I traveled the land. A blank slate. Flat and white. A canvas for what is to come. It will be here where I will reside.