Unraveling in Limbo

By Lexi Jones

Nodding off into a sleep of a lifetime, she crawls through limbos, passing from dream to dream, weaving her way toward her unknown destiny. Memories of her past spark and swirl in her mind, their edges blurring, making it harder to find what she is looking for, what matters. The earth shifts beneath her feet as she loses her grasp on reality. Color and sound don’t seem to look as they once did, in a wonderful way. A once dull, muted palette has turned into a chrome, comforting madness. Though she’s unsteady, she continues to trudge through serendipitous serenity—tripping and falling, yet always rising again, continuing on to reach what lies hidden, even to her.

A magnetic force pulls her onward as she stumbles aimlessly through the sequence. Wind hums through the space, whispering secrets she already knew but never fully understood, promising to never tell. As she staggers, each step becoming lighter and weightless, as if the very laws of physics are bending to her will, to her need. Her hands fill with sweat and tension, trembling with the weight of anticipation for what she might see, but excited for what she will learn. The world flickers, shapes and colors blurring together, never settling but always rearranging themselves to her comfort. The ground begins to soften, offering its forgiveness. Memories, faces, and emotions slip through her fingers, but she doesn't stop… she never stops.

As she is tugged forward, she sees the glow—faint, but certain—with everything she came across along the way helping her toward it. Every step unlocks what those secrets meant: She’s already exactly where she’s meant to be. The journey itself was her destiny. Quietly, she smiles, knowing that all along, she was never really lost.