Geological Anomaly by the Creek

I found myself by a small creek in an isolated wood. The air was calm, with a comfortable breeze. I could hear the gentle trickle of water as it slowly reshaped the earth in its endless work of art.

I approached the creek and found myself standing on a small rocky cliff overlooking the scene before me, the scent of pine filling the air.

The water called to me, and I began to climb down the side of the rocks. They were light brown and dry, waiting to soak up a welcome rainfall.

I placed my feet on a small flat rock that the water just brushed over, keeping them mostly dry. I knelt down to feel the coolness of the water flow through my open fingers.

Then a hiss. A sound came from behind me in the rocks, though not the hiss of a snake.

I turned around to see white puffs of smoke projecting out from a crack in the rocks I had just climbed down moments before. The vapor was hot, as though water was boiling off the rocks, or some immense pressure was being released from hidden crevices inside the cliff.

Then I heard a rumble in the distance. I looked up toward the pine trees that lined the other side of the creek. Just above the tree line, I could see white clouds contrasted against the green tips of the trees, but along the horizon I saw dark, violent clouds gathering like an army preparing for war.

I felt a cold wetness on my feet. Looking down, I saw the water was moving faster now. Land that was once dry was beginning to drink as the water slowly rose.

I thought it best to get to safety. I climbed up over the rocks the way I came and as I crossed over the top everything disappeared around me. I felt my self shifting, as if I was moving but did not know how or why...or by whom, then I remember nothing more.