Gardens of Fictions

 Draft Model

  

Composition

 

Suddenly the ground became thin, a taut veil, almost vibrating with a mysterious energy. The faintest humming was dissolved in the air around, as if that slight film of earth was held only by the upthrust of forces beneath. The underworld garden was hungry, greedy, a beast inhabiting a vast cave encased by walls of bones, and every so often without warning, would thrust another chimney through the fragile ground surface. More light would then pour in from the alien sky, and the thirsty garden would drink, twisting and smacking its snaking forms in approval.

Morning had broken, and life was finally stirring above ground. The underworld garden tensed and drooled, and extended itself up through the light-chimneys as if stretching after a night's sleep. It shone in colour and ethereal beauty as it advanced upwards, and that softest of hums became slightly louder as the garden grew in greed and anticipation - a bird was flying overhead. As if beckoned by the finger-like branches or unable to tear its gaze from the beauty of the chimney-cathedral, the bird settled on a single, bony branch. All at once the garden pulled and crunched and gulped, and daylight left the bird as it descended the chimney. Immediately digested, the bones were spat out to join millions more on the underworld wall. In this instant, below ground, the garden had grown another bit more. Above ground, a silent cloud of feathers began a steady and lonely descent to the dirt.