A seemingly random day in a seemingly random location, Tao found himself staring at a plastic bag floating around the space in front of him in wonderment, his eyes were following the plastic bag wherever it went, whether if it would go up, down, left or right, it wouldn't matter. He would even find himself chasing after it while being astonished by it's free and graceful movement towards what seemed to him like random locations, as if it was a sign from somewhere given by someone for this plastic bag to go somewhere and so on and so forth. Tao at a brilliant moment snapped out of it and quickly realized that what he have done most of the day was chasing around a plastic bag like a child who've discovered that such bag existed all this time. He looked around and found out that he was standing in the middle of the shopping district of Arcadia, a place curiously enough Tao couldn't even remember entering to begin with, all he remembered was that, white, slightly torn plastic bag that just flew around all over the place. Maybe he began missing his earlier, more premature form where he was floating around just like that plastic bag with absolutely no worries about the world.
The many people who passed him with oddly colored hair and skin made him feel like he was in a middle of a color carnival where every color imaginable could be found in any direction one would happen to look at, and it never occurred to him that this place was actually that special, after all to Tao every place is special in its own way, especially since everything always seem so new to him, considering how long he have lived and how long he had the chance to interact with actual living, breathing human beings. He was standing in the middle of what would seem the epidemic of swarming crowds going along their way from point A to point B, where in actuality Tao would want to be at point C, which is evidently a place which was simply not there. He began to wonder however how he would get out, everywhere he would turn, there would be a person and he could barely even move without bumping into one. He found it quite odd that with that mass of people, nobody would even touch the other in the slightest, as if it was a well organized and precise machine that would work in perfect coordination so that none of it's pieces would fall of, which would mean that the machine would malfunction and a mechanic who might as well had a pretty tough day would be called in to fix it.
Tao was determined, standing around like this would not do him any good, he began by lifting his right foot off the ground and then extending it slightly forward, to which almost instantly someone tripped over it and fell down, looking at Tao from the ground with a silent glare as if he have done it on purpose. He saw the man get up while bringing his leg back to it's initial position and then watched him to walk away while hearing him murmuring some odd gibberish in annoyance. Tao didn't want that to happen anymore so he crouched a bit and leaped into the air in attempt to land on one of the roofs near by. For a moment there, he could have sworn that he was levitating, while it was impossible, he would still like to believe in such impossible things for his own humor and naivety which always kept his spirits up, or at least most of the times. He managed to get a good grip at one of the ledges of the building near by as he descended from the seemingly ever lasting air time he have got from the jump and climbed up. Once he managed to climb up properly, he looked back down to see how far he have jumped and how oddly the people who moments before were around him just stopped to stare at him. They were all silent, unlike moments ago where casual chatter on a language he didn't even recognize were prolonged but now, nobody spoke, nobody moved, all they did was look up at him with quite blank expressions, almost as if they were all a part of some cult, just moments before lunching at him to knock him out and drag him to some basement where he would be tortured and disposed of for some bizarre ritual for some god they worship, like a chicken or a frog or some other nonsense of that sort. A good minute have passed, and everyone did nothing, nobody moved, nobody talked, and for the next 2 minutes, everyone continued to do nothing. This still nothingness continued for another 5 minutes or so until they just stopped looking at him and kept going their own way at which point Tao shrugged and just sat on the ledge to watch the colorful crowd mix and change the odd shapes that would form from their hair and skin, as if they were all forming a grand picture of a painting or something along those kinds of things.
[MFT]
The many people who passed him with oddly colored hair and skin made him feel like he was in a middle of a color carnival where every color imaginable could be found in any direction one would happen to look at, and it never occurred to him that this place was actually that special, after all to Tao every place is special in its own way, especially since everything always seem so new to him, considering how long he have lived and how long he had the chance to interact with actual living, breathing human beings. He was standing in the middle of what would seem the epidemic of swarming crowds going along their way from point A to point B, where in actuality Tao would want to be at point C, which is evidently a place which was simply not there. He began to wonder however how he would get out, everywhere he would turn, there would be a person and he could barely even move without bumping into one. He found it quite odd that with that mass of people, nobody would even touch the other in the slightest, as if it was a well organized and precise machine that would work in perfect coordination so that none of it's pieces would fall of, which would mean that the machine would malfunction and a mechanic who might as well had a pretty tough day would be called in to fix it.
Tao was determined, standing around like this would not do him any good, he began by lifting his right foot off the ground and then extending it slightly forward, to which almost instantly someone tripped over it and fell down, looking at Tao from the ground with a silent glare as if he have done it on purpose. He saw the man get up while bringing his leg back to it's initial position and then watched him to walk away while hearing him murmuring some odd gibberish in annoyance. Tao didn't want that to happen anymore so he crouched a bit and leaped into the air in attempt to land on one of the roofs near by. For a moment there, he could have sworn that he was levitating, while it was impossible, he would still like to believe in such impossible things for his own humor and naivety which always kept his spirits up, or at least most of the times. He managed to get a good grip at one of the ledges of the building near by as he descended from the seemingly ever lasting air time he have got from the jump and climbed up. Once he managed to climb up properly, he looked back down to see how far he have jumped and how oddly the people who moments before were around him just stopped to stare at him. They were all silent, unlike moments ago where casual chatter on a language he didn't even recognize were prolonged but now, nobody spoke, nobody moved, all they did was look up at him with quite blank expressions, almost as if they were all a part of some cult, just moments before lunching at him to knock him out and drag him to some basement where he would be tortured and disposed of for some bizarre ritual for some god they worship, like a chicken or a frog or some other nonsense of that sort. A good minute have passed, and everyone did nothing, nobody moved, nobody talked, and for the next 2 minutes, everyone continued to do nothing. This still nothingness continued for another 5 minutes or so until they just stopped looking at him and kept going their own way at which point Tao shrugged and just sat on the ledge to watch the colorful crowd mix and change the odd shapes that would form from their hair and skin, as if they were all forming a grand picture of a painting or something along those kinds of things.
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