I dream of the green bog in summer, under the blue sky and the mist that shows in the distance even on a clear day. They’re like the eyes of the earth, reflecting the sky and its drifting clouds. One becomes confused about up and down, sky and water. No wonder our ancestors found them sacred places, criss-crossed them with plank roads, the better to reach the watery depths.
The modern pathway is a sort of floating dock, a pontoon bridge that undulates with every step. I’ve long since stopped being disconcerted by it. I dream about crossing it by moonlight; I dream the sacrifices.
Ordinary dreams, too: I dreamed of Elsa Felix, black-haired and white-skinned under blue moonlight… in my bed.
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E. P. Beaumont 
Intense and powerful snippet. Nice job!
Wow, this is gripping! “I dreamed the sacrifices”…that line gives me chills! Nice work.
I like that line too daezarkian. Great snippet. Has me curious.
Eyes of the Earth – nice
LOVE the tone of this and especially the eyes of the Earth analogy – beautiful. Terrific snippet!
Beautiful description.
That’s got to be one intense interview!
Nicely descriptive.
Beautiful prose!
This prose is almost poetic. It reads like a work of art which you can picture and feel. I live the setting. You have prepared us well for the barbaric time.