Senses

The image I see is 3 dimensional or digital paper lizard figure things, sitting in a circle on top of presents wrapped in colorful. However the lizards almost look like balloons. Either way they are colorful. There is a blue and white feather in the middle of the lizard circle. The presents also look like stairs curving upwards. It’s an overhead view of the image presented before me.

The place I would rather be is Cobreiny. An imaginary country/continent inhabited by demons and humans.  A place where modern and traditional ways, races and ideas integrate with one another and the way of the warrior still ever present even in the 21^st century.  A large land with a mostly European climate and terrain, but a melting pot of cultures from Europe to Asia.

Endless acres of trees and grass spreading through the country meeting up with the unique towns, cities, and villages made of metal, wood and/or stone.  Mountains rising up from the grounds in the distance reaching the sky.

The smell of decade’s old dead warriors is noticeable, but overshadowed by the scent of fresh grass, oak, and pine. The smell of hard work being performed by the various laborers completing their given tasks.

 

The taste of good food being cook in the restaurants and bakeries in the cities invades ones mouth. The taste of meat being in the forest from the fallen bodies of ferocious animals as a means of survival. The taste of salty water from the nearby beach is more than welcoming to the diverse aromas of food and survival. Soft cool dirt can be strangely taste but not edible.

The feel of the wind blowing against my face, as I run my hand on the rough texture outer walls of the stone houses, while the sun’s rays are beamed into my body, warming it comfortably.

I hear the sounds of the people chatting and laughing with one another, while carts and church bells make their distinctive sounds. The birds singing their melodic tunes while a rooster makes his doodle dooes in the morning. The dogs bark and whine while they for someone to feed them their usual meals. I hear the wind rustling the trees.

 

And old seemingly dead forest lays few miles off from the town, the site where a crucial battle took place. Winning or loosing decided the fate of the town and every thing for 300 sq miles. The battle was so long and fierce it aged many trees and killed off others. The trees provided an advantage for the outnumber defenders who risked everything for the defenseless if they werent their. An area of great importance of survival and freedom.