In his last bid to free himself from the merciless quicksand,
the hunter inches himself closer to that small vine besides
the pit. As he gripped that little stem firmly and hung on to
it with his last ounce of strength, he was amazed and
impressed with how that blooming vine took grip of that
soil. He expected it to give way and be uprooted like all the
others, but no! it stood there firmly, as if to tell him never
to give up. On his sweat drenched face, the hunter managed
a grin. He smiled a little smile as he pulled himself up. The
hunter knew that he was finally released from that hell hole.
He knew that he would finally be going home..
Escaping from that leacherous slimy body that coiled him,
nearly crushing him to amorphousness, the hunter rested
on that patch of jungle clearing besides the vine. Spent, he
lay faced down. Unknowingly, he dozes off..
In his dream, he felt warmth radiating from a light source
above. He saw a vision of that blooming vine transforming
itself into a faintly figure of a woman he never knew existed.
In that dream, he found himself lifted up towards that faintly
figure- and that image fluttered in front of him and handed
him her heart. He noticed how delicately perfect her fingers
were. He noticed those beautifully carved cheeks and her
happy iridescent gaze. The hunter grinned again. This time,
he understood that he was actually home. The hunter
accepted her heart..