"Empty. It's empty, no matter where I look." Watashi turned on her heels, peeking over the surrounding landscape. It twisted rubble of the ruined buildings into her soles, leaving behind a pair of perfect, circular craters.
---
The mediator gazed in the distance, standing on the tips of her toes. Rubble slid off her heels in massive avalanches. Grey clumps that were once buildings landed below, mangled beyond belief. Though they made resounding crashes as they descended to the earth, it was far too small for the destructive visitor to take note. Scant numbers of survivors thrashed between the segments of her digits, suffocated in their mass as she absently curled them up.
---
She held a hand to her forehead, to block the sweltering sun. In the strange mists, she spotted a string of mountains in the distance. "I don't know what those symbolize to my subconscious..." She thought, "...but I suppose it's my job to research it. That's how dreams go."
Her sky-bearing shoulders shrugged, and she rubbed her temples. "I should keep a marker of where I've been." She clutched her pink slippers in hand. Loosening her grip, Watashi dropped the shoes to the ground, watching them settle. "There. Please wait for me here, Mr. Lefty and Mrs. Righty." She chuckled dryly to herself - and went on her way, exploring the surrounding area.
---
"No... NO!"
"LOOK DOWN!"
Thousands screamed as the monolithic woman casually loosened her grasp. The two massive shoes whirred through the air, getting closer and closer. Military forces unleashed a barrage of gun and cannon fire on them. When the clouds cleared, the army hadn't damaged anything- not the smooth surface, dirtied sole, or the rubbery insoles. The citizens had nowhere to run as the girl's clothing crashed on them with the force of a meteor.
thuUD.
"Mr. Lefty" landed flat.
thooOMB.
"Mrs. Righty" landed upside-down.
The left slipper absolutely crushed the inhabitants underneath the sole. Skyscrapers cracked beneath its weight, shattering into thousands of pieces. Roads of fleeing cars flattened without the slightest resistance. The pressure even dug into underground shelters, breaking through layers of concrete and soil. When the dust clouds settled, the entire district was a stain on Watashi's dainty, discarded shoe.
The population underneath her right slipper weren't much luckier. A pale insole with murky, oily prints replaced their sky. The shoe's sides dug into the ground floor the force of impact, creating impassible walls. The barricades blocked off all escape routes, all communication devices, and all clean air. Since the mega mediator slept in them overnight, the musty odor and warmth from her soles still lingered. The fragrance wafted off every corner of the shoe, which surrounded them like a dome. It slowly brought on coughing fits, forcing the populace to cover their noses. Throughout Watashi's slumber, the leather insole had absorbed sweat from her heel and the foot's ball. Now, the fluids dripped down across buildings, puddles intermittently flooding homes. No weapons could piece though the material. Rubber that once kept a woman's right foot safe and comfortable was entrapping a whole community in her essence.
The whole region shook from thundering footsteps on the distance...
THUD
Thud
Thud...
---
Watashi held her dress in her hands, treading across the flat landscape. Her knees cut the heavy fog along the fields, occasionally giving her a peek of cleanly-cut grass. She stumbled a little over the bumps and Knolls (is this the word). One uneven surface made her trip, jumping and waving her lime-sleeved arms for balance. "W-woah. Careful."
---
When reports of a Brobdingnagian woman traveled across the land, people launched into panic. They set up cameras to watch her, had scientists predict her movements, ordered mass evacuations.
But one city ignored that. They'd built around a mountain chain - which protected them time a time again from invaders. Everyone was sure that the rocky barricades would protect them from the rampaging behemoth.
Then she tripped on their mountain.
STOMP STOMP STOMP
In just a few leaps, trying to regain her balance, Watashi had already buried entire buildings into the soil. The residents scattered a the base had no time to prepare; each foot covered half the city. Her entire weight crashed on them. Skyscrapers didn't just break beneath her sweaty flesh; they shattered apart from the slam, as if a nuclear bomb detonated in the middle of town. Those outside the slender foot's shadow found immense tremors shaking their structures walls apart.
The only ones safe were the rich residents and tourists, who had rows of mansions decorating the mountain. They found themselves sighing in relief. It was unfortunate that their proud society lay in ruins before their eyes, entombed in a young woman's footprint - but they could live another day.
But sonic booms pierced the air. Multitudes of folds in her dress sifted, giant curtains draping her generous rear. Thousands of fine hairs, each longer than a highway wider than a human being, cascaded over her shoulder - revealing a pair of curious, confused peepers.
---
The immense mediator looked behind, at the lump that tripped her up. It had a bit of vegetation on it that looked different from the others. "Even if this is a dream... It's strange. Did the fairies want me to notice this?" She slowly, experimentally dragged her large and second toes around a mound's surface. Cool morning dew spread through her dangling digits, giving a refreshing sensation. Her prints took in the rough, but brittle texture. When she lifted her knee back, the green surface peeled off easily - revealing grey stone beneath.
---
Panic broke out as she brushed her massive ped along the mountain's face.
Landslides erupted from her wiggling phalanges, grinding forests and homes alike in its wake. Hundreds lept in cars, trying to outrace the lumbering wall of peachy skin. Without any effort, that barrier overtook them. Its moist perspiration, bone-crushing compression, and supple surface that bent over slopes, meant that everything stuck to the digit's filthy underside. Whole roads fit firmly into Watashi's canyon-sized toe prints. To an onlooker from below, it would resemble a monstrous sphere stripping the cliffs bare.
The mountain was ground helplessly into muck beneath her skin. People who enjoyed a view from up high, watching antlike people bustling below... they were no better than insects themselves, compared to the monolith of a mediator.
---
"Huh. I worried myself over moss on a rock..." Watashi wiggled her toes loosely, freeing the dirt clumps caught between them. Against the sun's rays - clearer than usual, with nary a cloud blocking them - the coolness was a bit relaxing.
The shortest path to the mountains had her crossing a field with more discolored, mossy patches; then a gentle river. Holding a finger to her mouth in contemplation, the mediator scanned for alternate paths; before releasing a sigh. "I don't want to get my feet too dirty, or hurt plant life... But there's just too much of this mold to walk around." She held a leg out, peering down to the grey splotches with indifference. "Please don't hate me for this, mold stuff."
---
One after another, cities fell to the oncoming titan's feet.
The first city had rallied armies and militias together to fire at Watashi. Honor and valor lit their eyes, though her sole extinguished the sky. They stayed in position after the others had left - and would stay there forever, pancaked with their arms into a girl's footprint.
BOOM.
In the second metropolis, people who'd seen satellite images of the wandering behemoth hailed her as a goddess. They'd formed a cult, who prostrated themselves as her towing silhouette conquered the horizon. Seeing the foot descending with a meteor's force, hundreds prayed to the oncoming wonder. Her distant eyes blessed them with a bored gaze, not even recognizing them as human. They watched each of her quiet fidgets and flexes in awe, entranced with the grace and scale of their long-haired idol. Without pause, her sole accepted them as sacrifices; they united with the soft skin from the heavens.
THUD.
A third megapolis, home to a major airport, was overrun with absconders. Thousands rioted to get a seat on outgoing planes. After a lengthy briefings, bloodshed, and bribes, the first flights set off. Destination: anywhere else. As they took to the skies, radars suddenly flared up. They were barely off the ground, and already on a crash course for a dirt-caked, wrinkled ceiling. The city was too late. The airplanes, the routing crowds, all joined the others in Watashi's foot gunk.
POUND.
She trod upon another, the fleshy folds engulfing skyscrapers. She scrunched her dainty digits together, dragging stores and restaurants from their foundations - soon mashing a whole commercial district into the ball of her foot.
"Hmm, I wonder if anyone else is here... It's sort of lonely. Peaceful, though. And the cool pebbles refresh my soul... or sole." She spread her toes out, indulging in the massaging sensation. Great structures shattered on impact against each mountain of skin.
Finally, Watashi reached the lake - or rather, the sea. She dipped in, holding her dress above the water.
Amid the ruins of footprints she left, few survivors remained. From there, government workers - not unlike the mediator herself - mounted an experimental weapon. They had no time to test; the beam fired just as she entered the water, hitting her firm rear.
But did the traveler notice?
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