So, here's my take of the prompt. And remember, it really is strange.
by Dottie Taylor
word count: 223
When wandering through another being thoughts, hopes, dreams, and memories; one must proceed with marked caution. Wandering through an ancient's consciousness was no different, just more exhausting.
Sifting through the years, flashes of memories zoomed by, one after another in quick concession. If I paused, I could become lost. Time being the most precious of commodities in the duality of purposes, tarry too long and become trapped, lose too much and unable to go back, time like sand, shifted constantly, changed effortlessly.
I'd searched through the ancients now for almost two months, lost in the archives of glass prisms holding each cherished cognizance. Thousands upon thousands to be explored, searching for the one.
I had been given express permission for my hunt, the ancients were never disturbed, but they were my last hope. Whatever the price demanded, paltry. So, the questing continued for the one being's memory in the ancient awareness, if found, would bring back what had been lost, leaving the future with hopeful possibilities.
Finally, one of the ancients revealed in a moment of weakness, the real truth, hidden for centuries.
“The question has been asked and answered, is life worth living? There is no real answer, and without the living, there is no question. It is the sensible being that quits wondering and starts living.”
If you'd like to participate, the Dames deadline for entries is midnight, September 8, 2010. The word count is a lean 250.