ONE SECOND YOU ARE THERE, YOU ARE of this universe. The next you are underwater. Everything is violently purple, except it's so dark you cannot see the purple, not exactly. You can only taste it. As it rushes over you, the water is boiling—all foamy and bubbly and scalding against your skin.
You're stuck between worlds. An intermittent period between two realities, a liminal space. You can feel the transient nature of this existence, a constant reminder of your imminent mortality. The same feeling as your heart pumping blood through your veins.
It's like the vineyards you grew up playing in—almost, but not exactly. Not quite. It's more so the feeling of walking through all the endless rows of vines, knowing that eventually you have to get somewhere, see something, feel something, right? The hot sun burning your back, the feeling of crushed grapes beneath your toes. The sour taste of wine.
This is what teleportation is like, when aided by a god, your father.
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A Shrine to an Unknown God
FantasyAntigone Katsaros was born and raised in a cult. Now, at eighteen, she doesn't know what wifi is, but she's well-versed in the old gods. [A Wattpad featured story.]
