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Way Out Of The Village (Kirikou)

Way Out Of The Village (Kirikou)

I once encountered a vast wilderness on a seemingly desolate plain.  Despite looking mostly like a barren wasteland, it featured a fair number of different environments.  There were green forests, tall mountains, and even an impressive river.  While these areas seemed to pop up out of nowhere, they were quite deep and fleshed-out.  The area that stuck out to me as most unusual and atypically beautiful was a tribal village.

This village might seem a bit primitive by our standards, but I’d merely call that a difference of cultures.  For one thing, the children did not often wear a single stitch of clothing, which, given the implications of such a thing in our own culture, made me squirm uncomfortably a bit.  In addition, the residents often carry talismans around with them; a bit less jarring, since my own hometown is rather superstitious.  What makes the village an absolute spectacle is how it transforms as the sun meets the horizon.

The sky becomes a glorious marigold color, and the clouds fade to pale orange.  The sky’s stain brings a new life to the dirt beneath you, coloring it a burnt sienna, which gets darker the deeper you dig.  What makes it even more unusual is that the bushes in the background manage to maintain a mint green color, despite the orange hues being cast upon everything beneath them; they are the only things that really stand out against the warm palette.

Looking around the village, I took notice that the huts were of a color similar to that of the dirt, though their thatched roofs were golden in color.  A small, spindly shrub had been rendered a mere silhouette, and a thin tree stood tall right next to me.  I decided to take a walk.  Wandering out, I admired the trees’ blood red leaves, far brighter than any I’d seen in that color.  In the distance, their shadows were a deep pink, roughly halfway between magenta and coral.  I had never seen such a thing happen at sunset.

I soon encountered a very large tree that had been hollowed out in certain areas; it was almost a makeshift fort.  A few branches had leaves of dark yellow with a hint of green, which took a shape similar to that of certain types of coral.  The large tree had alcoves within it and ladders hanging from some of its branches.  Its trunk was absolutely massive in diameter; far larger than a house, it could have been the residence of a great many people.

Upon exiting the tree, I continued wandering the outskirts of town, and I came to a ladder in the ground.  Following it down, I entered a subterranean area.  The dirt down here was a varying array of reddish browns.  There were roots poking into the cavern, along with a few marks in the walls.  Periwinkle rocks sat upon its floor, some of which were quite interesting in shape.  Following this area to a dead end, I found a very cozy little den, into which I nestled and rested for a short while.

Emerging from the underground area, I encountered some large red drums with golden canvas covering their hollow interiors.  These may sound like musical instruments, but they were more like makeshift trampolines, and were certainly enough not only to support my weight, but also to hurtle me skyward when I jumped upon them.  Leaping through the air with their aid, I eventually reached something special; it was a round, blue object that appeared to have a spirit swirling within it.  I was unable to discern its true purpose, but it was the perfect end to a lovely stroll.

Small villages hidden away from the eyes of the majority are absolute treasures.  While every single area in the known universe has its own unique look to it at all times of the day, unknown areas hold a set of scenery that is, by virtue of being seen by fewer eyes, far more rare.  In places like this, you’ll see things that perhaps no one else will ever see.  One time, also at sunset, I was rowing a boat across a pond, and reached a corner where the bank was covered in thorny vegetation.  Looking down into the water, I saw what would normally be a dirty pile of shale, but at this particular time and place, it sparkled like a golden treasure with small, colorful jewels embedded within the cache.  Returning even the very next day, the scene was gone, leaving it a treasure sealed away with map coordinates scattered across four dimensions.

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