OOC: Dream
At first it was nothing, well almost nothing. That nothing was neither light nor dark, but certainly not grey. Imperceptible in the form of sight, but it could be felt. It swirled and seethed in a continuous motion much like the currents of the sea, tugging and pulling at him. Who “he” was, was unclear, he could think, he was aware, but he could not quite pin down a name or description. Perhaps he wasn’t even a singular entity, as it felt as though there may have been more than one along with him, of course that then made the terms “he” and “him” confusing, for if he was not one then perhaps he was not just “he”? For among the roaring of the vast almost-nothing there were whispers, a voice both terrifying and alluring and very definitely female. The words were lost in the tumult of noise, but he was drawn to them none-the-less. He attempted to swing his arms, to move and perhaps swim from the nothing but they felt weighted down as though he were surrounded by water, unreasonably heavy water.
During his struggling he failed to notice that for a moment the whispering had stopped and the roar of that which surrounded him had quieted as well. Then there was a scream, deafening, heart-wrenching, and shattering all at once. So jarring was it that even the nothingness responded. It swirled viciously until it had become solid darkness, darkness that appeared to be being cracked apart by thousands of tiny shards of light. He tried to move away but movement caught his eye. A shimmering sliver plummeting through the black towards the wall of shattering dark, or was it a floor? Instinctively he reached for the thing, recognizing it at once as his. A long angular blade with an unusual handle, gunblade his mind told him, Hyperion.
Hyperion was too far out of reach and it slammed into the shattering dark breaking apart the wall at last. It exploded into light so brilliant it was painful to look at, and he found himself plummeting as well through the shards that now appeared to be melting into that blinding light. This was no better than the roaring nothingness, in his opinion and he continued to struggle still despite knowing full well there was little to be done against the effects of gravity. But he had to fight, giving up had never been an option.
Finally he saw something amidst the endless featureless white, a great blue-green expanse beneath him, coming towards him at an alarming rate. He slammed into it, water as he soon came to realize as the air rushed out of his lungs to be replaced by something he simply could not quite breathe. This time he found his struggling to meet with a small amount of success, as though his lungs burned to be filled with air he fought the need to cough and forced himself upwards. The surface, however, seemed to stretch away infinitely and he soon found himself falling into darkness once again.
And with it the whispers returned. Worthless fool, they said. Failure.
No.
Then there was only silence, for what felt like an eternity. Perhaps this was death, this empty lonely feeling. That was all that remained after one had fallen so far they no longer deserved even eternal damnation, but an existence devoid of sensation.
“DEAD!?” A voice shouted, familiar though foggy and far away.
“I dunno, ya know? He’s breathin’.” Another voice followed by the sound of a dull thud. “Ow! What was that for, ya know?”
“IDIOT.”
…”If I were dead, I wouldn’t be breathing.” He said, his voice finally breaking free of that darkness enveloping his mind. He opened his eyes to find himself not surrounded by darkness, nor endless light, but the sound of waves sloshing lazily at a dock, and the sun.
During his struggling he failed to notice that for a moment the whispering had stopped and the roar of that which surrounded him had quieted as well. Then there was a scream, deafening, heart-wrenching, and shattering all at once. So jarring was it that even the nothingness responded. It swirled viciously until it had become solid darkness, darkness that appeared to be being cracked apart by thousands of tiny shards of light. He tried to move away but movement caught his eye. A shimmering sliver plummeting through the black towards the wall of shattering dark, or was it a floor? Instinctively he reached for the thing, recognizing it at once as his. A long angular blade with an unusual handle, gunblade his mind told him, Hyperion.
Hyperion was too far out of reach and it slammed into the shattering dark breaking apart the wall at last. It exploded into light so brilliant it was painful to look at, and he found himself plummeting as well through the shards that now appeared to be melting into that blinding light. This was no better than the roaring nothingness, in his opinion and he continued to struggle still despite knowing full well there was little to be done against the effects of gravity. But he had to fight, giving up had never been an option.
Finally he saw something amidst the endless featureless white, a great blue-green expanse beneath him, coming towards him at an alarming rate. He slammed into it, water as he soon came to realize as the air rushed out of his lungs to be replaced by something he simply could not quite breathe. This time he found his struggling to meet with a small amount of success, as though his lungs burned to be filled with air he fought the need to cough and forced himself upwards. The surface, however, seemed to stretch away infinitely and he soon found himself falling into darkness once again.
And with it the whispers returned. Worthless fool, they said. Failure.
No.
Then there was only silence, for what felt like an eternity. Perhaps this was death, this empty lonely feeling. That was all that remained after one had fallen so far they no longer deserved even eternal damnation, but an existence devoid of sensation.
“DEAD!?” A voice shouted, familiar though foggy and far away.
“I dunno, ya know? He’s breathin’.” Another voice followed by the sound of a dull thud. “Ow! What was that for, ya know?”
“IDIOT.”
…”If I were dead, I wouldn’t be breathing.” He said, his voice finally breaking free of that darkness enveloping his mind. He opened his eyes to find himself not surrounded by darkness, nor endless light, but the sound of waves sloshing lazily at a dock, and the sun.