AshWays ~The Euphoric City~

Maybe you want to visit the AshWays through a narrative, or maybe witness the city through quotes, or maybe you want to journey through it through poetry or maybe you want the full experience and go through it all. AshWays- the euphoric city is the 'ideal' place, a city full of joy, hope and no fear or sadness. However, its a city that is surrounded by desert wasteland, where no one can get into AshWays and those within cannot get out.....

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2. The Route....

 

 

SECTOR ONE- WELCOME TO THE ASHWAYS

~PART ONE- THE JOURNEY~ 

A single drop of rain dropped onto the golden sand, and I watched as it sizzled and evaporated into nothing- joining the hazy, heavy and unmoving air that swallowed the entire desert wasteland. Thirst drove my body a few steps forward before I collapsed onto my knees and felt the stinging burn of Earth’s merciless wrath. Her blanket of sand tenderly whipped the familiar sensation of pain through my veins as I silently screamed in what people call ‘agony’. My eyes were caressed by the canvas of endless sand dunes that rolled over into the horizon. The entire landscape was a monotonous combination of shades of dusty brown and orange, void of any life or hope. A few metres to my left was the remains of what used to be a dead person's corpse, but now flies, locusts and mosquitos have inhabited the rotting bones and have made themselves at home to the repulsive aroma of decay. My body protested against me as I dragged it a few more yards with all the energy I could muster. To get to the AshWays was impossible, they said. It's surrounded by thousands of square miles worth of desert, an impenetrable stretch of sand, death and void of all life. No one could enter the AshWays and no one could get out either. The surrounding landscape was one of extremes, too extreme for even the most avid of explorers to venture into or out of. I had merely crossed the borderline into the desert and was already struggling to keep my bag of bones alive..... 

 

Each passing second extended into what felt like one hundred years as my swollen lips and tightening throat willed my body to shut down and accept death. Four days. Four days it has been since I tried getting into AshWays and I have made no progress. Trapped in a sinister playground of misery, my eyes scanned for the slightest hint of a city 'bursting with neon lights', a city that was the 'home of happiness' and broadcasted the rare element of 'euphoria' across its lands and into it's citizen's hearts and souls. It seemed that AshWays was just a fantasy, too good to be true, but people insisted on it's existence. I challenged their theories, questioning why they haven't tried to reach the city themselves. They responded, ' Those who have tried, never make it alive.' Now I could see why. In the past four days I must have been blessed with the sight of two-dozen bodies, skeletons and remains of dead explorers. Not the type of explorers who enjoy venturing into new lands- but it's a fact that those bodies belonged to souls who were in search for AshWays as it was the city that apparently provided it's people with what they couldn't find- elation. They were explorers in search of something so simple, so rare, yet in abundance once they crossed the threshold into the 'enchanted' city of AshWays. They didn't even make it past the desert. It looked as if I were to face a similar fate. I was dishonest- my reasons for attempting to travel to AshWays did not stem from my arrogance and doubt, but because I was among those who felt like I lacked emotion. AshWays; the euphoric city that is beyond reach. There is no point of its existance if no one new can access it. I don't know how the city is home to people in the first place, but no one has made it inside the city to ask.

The sun collapsed from the sky and swarms of locusts filled what would have been an empty night. The temperature nosedived from searing heat to the cold hugs of the night as I cuddled up onto the floor. No shelter from the locusts, no shelter from the night. No shelter from danger, no shelter from fear. The only comfort I had was the thin brown fabrics that hung on me. I called them my clothes. My eyes drooped down and my body fell under the malevolent spell of sleep..... 

 

 

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