00C Post: Dream 2
Though the white room is completely boxed in with no windows or doors, it is still well lit by unseen lightsources. The shadows have been dulled to nothing more than pale grey smudges, making the room appear that much more luminescent, the corners barely visible and hazy. Something dusty covers the floor up to his ankles, and curiously he bends down to examine it.
At first he thought it was snow, or downy feathers. Now he realizes it's ash.
Suddenly he feels tired, lethargic, his muscles degenerating into a sense of atrophy. He needs to lie down, and he lounges in the fragile ash, eyes starting to close.
But before they do, he notices the image that dominates the entire ceiling, and smiles.
At first he thought it was snow, or downy feathers. Now he realizes it's ash.
Suddenly he feels tired, lethargic, his muscles degenerating into a sense of atrophy. He needs to lie down, and he lounges in the fragile ash, eyes starting to close.
But before they do, he notices the image that dominates the entire ceiling, and smiles.
