• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 06

Green Floating People

In a world where everything was black and white, the green floating people were a curious sight to behold. They drifted through the air, their limbs extending and contracting like the tentacles of an otherworldly creature. No one knew where they came from or what their purpose was, but they were a constant presence in the skies above.

For some, the green floating people were a source of wonder and curiosity, gazing up at the green figures with awe, marveling at their effortless grace and beauty. But for others, the floating people were a source of fear and unease. They whispered rumors of the strange powers they possessed, of their ability to control the minds and bodies of those below.

I was one of the curious ones, drawn to the floating people like a moth to a flame. I spent hours watching them from below, studying their movements and trying to decipher their strange language. I dreamed of one day floating alongside them, free from the confines of gravity and the earthly world.

But as time went on, I began to notice things. They seemed to be everywhere, watching and waiting with an eerie patience. I heard whispers of disappearances, of people who had been taken up into the sky and never seen again.

Despite my growing unease, I could not shake my fascination with the floating people. I longed to know their secrets, to be one of them. And so I began to practice, to hone my skills in the art of floating.

At first, it was a clumsy affair. I stumbled and fell, crashing to the ground more times than I could count. But slowly, through sheer stubbornness, I began to lift off the ground, my body buoyed by an invisible force.


Green Floating People

It was a heady sensation, the feeling of freedom and weightlessness. Until, as I drifted higher and higher, I understood the price of my ambition. The floating people watched me with their unblinking eyes, their bodies shifting and pulsing in time with my own movements.

And then, with a suddenness that left me gasping, I was among them. The green figures surrounded me, their limbs stretching out to embrace me. It was euphoric, the feeling of belonging and acceptance. Until I began to feel something else, something darker and more insidious.

It was as though the floating people were probing my mind, searching for weaknesses and vulnerabilities. I tried to pull away, to break free of their grasp, but it was too late. They had already taken hold, their tendrils sinking deep into my psyche.

I don't know how long I floated among them, lost in a haze of confusion and fear. But when I finally returned to the ground, I knew that I was changed. The world was no longer black and white, but a sickly shade of green. And I knew that I would never be the same again, for now I was different from my own kind.