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Published: 2018-10-14 11:08:56 +0000 UTC; Views: 3285; Favourites: 41; Downloads: 0
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‘Oh. Hello there.’‘…’
‘I haven’t seen you before. Are you dreaming?’
‘… …’
‘Here?’ Her shoulders giving the slightest shrug. ‘This is… It is… Think of it as an Inner World.’
Smiling she raised her hand and tapped her finger to her breast. ‘Inner world.’ She spoke softly, as though trying to explain a difficult concept to a young child. ‘You.’ She extended her arm, placing her hand on the visitor, a barely noticeable shiver present. ‘You, are from Outer World.’
‘…?’
‘I know.’ She shook her head. ‘It is, difficult, to explain. Particularly for Outsiders. But maybe…’
Gesturing with her right limb, to the world around her. A series of torches flaring to life to illuminate a forest path. Yellow gold light, tinged with orange illuminating the lush undergrowth.
‘Will you walk with me?’
‘… … …?’
‘No.’ She shook her head almost sadly. ‘No, this is your dream, Outsider.’
‘…’
‘Because I wanted to see your world.’
‘… … … …. …’
‘Yes, it is a strange and beautiful place.’ Rising from the stone bench, she drew in a sharp breath. As a swimmer who has just dove into cold water may. ‘Think of this as a Middle World, the space in-between places.’
‘…’
With a smile she laughed. ‘I know. It is not easy to explain.’ Extending her hand, she looked up towards the stranger.
‘… …?’
‘My name?’ She faltered. ‘In Inner World I am called Core-Mediator-3-85. But I prefer the name: Ambassador.’
‘…?’
‘Yes, that is what I was created for, it is, if it makes it simpler for you, my existence.’
‘… … …’
Blowing out an indignant breath, she fixed her remaining eye upwards to the stranger. ‘That a bit indignant coming from an Outsider.’
‘…’
Her smile returning, she squeezed the stranger’s hand.
‘Yes.’ She began her smile slowly fading. ‘And no.’
Raising her hand to touch her scared face.
‘They were gifts.’
‘… … …? ’
‘From Outsiders.’




















