BioHestia
04-13-2014, 03:14 PM
I am nothing. Nothing surrounds me. This is a void. My thoughts appear and disappear in the blink of an eye. I don't feel trapped. Am I trapped? Sunlight greets my face. Pressure builds around me. Yes, that's it. I'm returning to consciousness.
A gasp of air and a blinding light strike me. Its cold here, out of the water...what I think was water. I extend my arms, hoping warmth will smother me in its embrace and end this cold. A blanket finds its way to my skin. Am I not truly alone? Its a comforting thought, small and unneeded, but still good.
Where am I today? A glance around tells me nothing. My world is stone grey and blinding white. The ground is so cold on my feet. Is this white color snow then? If that is the white, what is the grey?
I reach out, blindly seeking for any clue. My fingertips brush the smooth and rounded edges of something stone-like. This must be the grey. My eyes can confirm this is what the grey is. It is no ordinary stone, with a name carved in the front and an ominous air to it. I look around again, only to find rows upon rows of the same basic stone. A graveyard. My mind has led me to a place of after death today.
Withered trees block the outside world. Their trunks are grey and wrinkled, their branches empty and void of color. There is no color here except white and grey. Not a single flower rests on any of the graves, does no one mourn these people? Then I notice the trees again. No one has trimmed them or loved them either. They are alive, but overgrown and wild. Their branches are feral in a way that escapes me.
A stone to my left grabs my attention. I stumble towards it, my feet turning blue from the icy sting of snow. The stone itself is almost completely demolished. A small pile of unnatural rocks in a graveyard. The rest are complete, intact and common. Why is this one broken? I search for a name among the broken rocks. There is no name, has someone else been here and stolen this clue from me, or did it simply fade with time? I keep searching the pile, combing through the fallen pieces of a solution.
I find none. I never do...
A gasp of air and a blinding light strike me. Its cold here, out of the water...what I think was water. I extend my arms, hoping warmth will smother me in its embrace and end this cold. A blanket finds its way to my skin. Am I not truly alone? Its a comforting thought, small and unneeded, but still good.
Where am I today? A glance around tells me nothing. My world is stone grey and blinding white. The ground is so cold on my feet. Is this white color snow then? If that is the white, what is the grey?
I reach out, blindly seeking for any clue. My fingertips brush the smooth and rounded edges of something stone-like. This must be the grey. My eyes can confirm this is what the grey is. It is no ordinary stone, with a name carved in the front and an ominous air to it. I look around again, only to find rows upon rows of the same basic stone. A graveyard. My mind has led me to a place of after death today.
Withered trees block the outside world. Their trunks are grey and wrinkled, their branches empty and void of color. There is no color here except white and grey. Not a single flower rests on any of the graves, does no one mourn these people? Then I notice the trees again. No one has trimmed them or loved them either. They are alive, but overgrown and wild. Their branches are feral in a way that escapes me.
A stone to my left grabs my attention. I stumble towards it, my feet turning blue from the icy sting of snow. The stone itself is almost completely demolished. A small pile of unnatural rocks in a graveyard. The rest are complete, intact and common. Why is this one broken? I search for a name among the broken rocks. There is no name, has someone else been here and stolen this clue from me, or did it simply fade with time? I keep searching the pile, combing through the fallen pieces of a solution.
I find none. I never do...