Misplaced - Chapter 1
When T’aka regains awareness, nothing feels right. It is as if something keeps most of their sensations away. There is only a thumping, whooshing sound that seems all-encompassing, even though it’s dull. What is going on?
T’aka doesn’t know anybody who would deprive them like that. It isn’t good to mute their senses. It’s considered torture, because the longer it lasts, the likelier it is that they can’t recover. So T’aka latches onto the sound. It’s rhythmic, almost comforting, but still so very little in comparison to what they normally feel.
There seems to be no escape. Wherever T’aka is, there’s some kind of barrier that they can’t breach. How is that possible? T’aka’s kind are almost pure energy - energy that condensed and gained sentience a very long time ago. There’s not much that can contain something that’s only corporeal if they so wish. Unless there’s some kind of force field around them, they should be able to leave…
T’aka doesn’t know how much time has passed when the darkness gains a crimson shine and the thumping sound begins to speed up. And suddenly there’s so much light that T’aka feels overwhelmed. It takes a while to get used to it, not just because the light was preceded by so much darkness, but also because of how T’aka processes the light. There are shapes, there are colors, there are textures… And how do they know what those are? They’ve never had this kind of input before.
It goes dark again, and there’s a rumbling sound.
“Oh my god… too early. Why am I awake?”
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AN: This is for LuxKen27's 2017 Summer Mini Challenge ( table 2, prompt 1: crimson)
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