Below the Wellbottom

Something is calling

Perhaps you saw it pristine and beautiful. Perhaps it was a boarded up hole in the earth. Perhaps it looked like a vision from a fairytale, covered in moss, and ivy. The wells forms are many, but to those who come across it, their fates are all the same.

They stumble, they lean just ever so slightly further than usual, or they don't see it beneath the foliage and debris. A feeling washes over them as they fall, plunging into darkness, before- lights. Flashes of colour like tiny fireworks dance in the falling void, as if the victim themself was a falling star.

They plummet. Falling and tumbling and wondering when this nightmare will end, before the ground rushes up to meet them, yet they remain unharmed. The journey causes some to lose their memories, while others recall every waking moment of it. It doesn't matter where, or when, you get there, The Wellspring will have you with open arms. A sanctuary. A prison. Destiny. Fate. Punishment. Reward. The transition isn't always glamorous, and no one yet has found a way to return to Earth; not that many end up wanting to.

The choice of happiness is one riddled in guilt and apprehension. We must make the choice to choose joy, and contentment. We must face the consequences they may bring.