I walked through that valley, down the hill, I can’t say, this is the accurate time, but it is the hour between the darkest night and the wee hour of the morning. I could notice the harsh whistle of the breeze that paved her way into the Mother Nature. The swampy dark green leaves bowed down to the right and to the left like a masquerade dancing alone in the middle of the forest. The thick and crooked little space I’m walking through was moist and murky, my sandal glued to the earth. I was unable to move my leg in a pleasing manner, and every little step was a driving force. I could remember this place vividly.
I was there ten years ago, then, and used to search for snails alongside my cousins. In a flash my dazzling eyes fell on a big, matured snail. I smiled briskly, took the snail but his sharp mouth was attached firmly to the earth. I pulled the brownish hard shell resolutely; almost separated his body from the shell and finally it belong to me now.
I swiped off the thick murky mud around the shell. Just in a twinkle of an eye, the snail fortuitously broke away; I can’t just imagine it or describe it, if the snail was crawling or flying, but what I knew was that his zigzag movement was very fast that it is beyond my thinking that I tried to look for his leg. Maybe there was a magical leg that accelerated the locomotive movement, however, something inside me was pushing me, and I ran after him, like a leopard running after a prey, yet, my leg was still very heavy as if it was not part of my body.
I could see the snail running towards a gloomy garden. It was obscured to me to know the type of garden. I ran as fast as I can towards it. It seems as if it was a plantation garden, as I approached nearer, though still gloomy but I found out that it was a banana plantation garden. Then I looked down, and narrowed my gaze, still obscured, I could see some kind of living creature but not really in human form and I can precisely says there's animals too and this time I’m a little bit frightened, yet, something inside me was pushing me, a driving force I can’t explain.
I saw a woman like creature under the dried banana plantation, pupils in her eyes looked as if it emits fire; it was hot-red, more or less like a ruby. The other part of her body was too dark to be seen, but I noticed the movement of the red eyes, as it moves back and forth, then suddenly, I heard a vibration accompanied by a moo – moo- moo- sound. I can feel my temperature rising. This time I can feel my feet marching some kind of dirt phlegm or mucus. Getting closer timidly, I saw the sparkle of that creature’s gaze, showcasing two other creatures, maybe I was hallucinating I thought immediately. I tried to wipe off my face so that I can see clearly.
