Eclipsing Thunder

A total shadow falls over a barren field, hovering endlessly snug and silent. I stare up into the sky of the night, in hopeless anticipation, clouds of gaseous coils explode sending streaming pools of light down upon the field. And me, wondering about the dirt, slipping in and out of the dance of shadows and sun. The wind shouts, "dig in the light". I crawl on my hands and knees to the nearest circle of light, a stream of fire burning from sky to field. I claw up clumps of dirt with my palms, tossing them behind me they disintegrate in the night. A deep and deafening hum fills the field a low rumbling vibration. As I dig the spotlight narrows finding the hole I stand in. Knee deep in dirt and silt, the sky grows closer, blue mist and purple fog encroach upon my site. As I dig I am buried in the clouds and shadows of the night, the beam of fire penetrates the fog and illuminates my path into the ground. The barking dogs howl and yelp, the ray of light narrows to keyhole size, I reach into the dirt grabbing hold of two iron handles and pulling out a stone carved chest. I drag my hand across two alien elephants chiseled into the sides of the chest, my eyes fixate on a small hole drilled in the center. The light beam enters the hole, and the chest opens up, the purple fog and blue mist enter the chest, and liquefy into mud mush bubbling and pulsating. The chest closes and all of the lights vanish, and I am alone in a hole in the middle of a barren and deserted field, holding a chest full of blueish purple muck. A chest quite heavy, chiseled out of stone, I struggle to pull it out of the hole. I lay between the chest and the hole, starring into the sky's night, sweating and panting, looking for a sign or a way.