Lasius Sethi Thu Apr 19, 2012 10:06 pmFragmented
Perilous Dreams section 499
SJH
Closing his eyes didn't help, not in here, not in the darkness more profound and absolute than the depths of a starless night. There was no comfort in this emptiness, not like the kind he sought in his worst moments. There was nothing here, nothing to find, only a faint feeling, yet he felt the need to search regardless. His eyes strained for a point of light, something, anything to use as a bearing point, something to guide him but there was nothing. He laughed, a weak hollow sound made fainter by this place. How long could he take this? It was maddening in a way, this existence, nothing here; nothing to distract leaving him lost alone in his thoughts, thoughts he desperately sought to escape.
As if the need for escape had manifested itself into him physically he suddenly began to run. It was an uncontrollable compulsion from which he couldn't stop himself, there was no direction here nothing to run from, and yet nothing to run to either. Regardless the need to run was there, and it surmounted everything else. His legs began to ache, his chest burned, he gulped for air yet couldn't get enough. His body screamed at him to stop, just for a moment, if only to catch his breath, yet he could not, simply had to...
The ground was gone, it had dropped from beneath him, and he was falling, air rushed past his face but he still could see nothing, but the sickening vertigo of falling brought him to near panic. He knew this was the end, he was going to hit the bottom eventually. He should have screamed, but instead he felt a relief, a calm sense of peace that suffused his being. He would hit, and then it would be over, this dark nothing would matter not to him once he hit the bottom. It may not have been the way out that he sought, but it was a way out nonetheless. His eyes drifted closed as he waited for the ground to rush up and end this nightmare.
The impact was terrible, it wasn't anything like he expected, it wasn't solid, it was as though the darkness shattered around him and painful white light stabbed him. Even through closed eyes the brilliant luminescence was blinding. Groaning he lay in agony, eyes slowly adjusting to the light around him. Hot desert wind scoured his body, dry sand and cracked salt flats. The burning sun and cloudless sky scalded him. Thought came, why was he alive? The pain told him he was, and yet the idea defied reason. Slowly, painfully he sat up, his body still worked, it should not, and yet it did. Looking around still burned his eyes, blurry and indistinct the desert around him shimmered with heat rising off the cracked and withered surface.
The hardest thing he had ever done was get to his feet. The pain was indescribable, his vision spun and he stumbled catching his balance just in time to prevent himself toppling face first back to the burning cracked clay. The moisture starved air dried his mouth and skin, not so much as a bead of sweat popped out on his brow before it was taken mercilessly by the sun and the furnace like wind.
It made no sense to him, haltingly he took a step, the pain in his legs lessened a degree, and so he took another. Between one step and the next the sun vanished. Cold frigid air blasted over the desert, catching him full in the face, lifting him off his feet and slamming him into the ground. Breath was gone from his lungs, and spots danced in front of his eyes. Slowly they cleared away and he groaned, his vision clearing into a picture perfect night sky. The moon was gone, leaving an unobstructed view of the stars, swirling and shimmering above him. He reached for them, fingers stretching tears unbidden in his eyes. Starlight shimmered across him but he couldn't reach them. His Fractured mind collapsed in on itself. Memory of the stars faded, and the darkness came unbidden once more.
Closing his eyes didn't help, not in here, not in the darkness more profound and absolute than the depths of a starless night. There was no comfort in this emptiness, not like the kind he sought in his worst moments. There was nothing here, nothing to find.....
(just something that may be of use in the future)
Perilous Dreams section 499
SJH
Closing his eyes didn't help, not in here, not in the darkness more profound and absolute than the depths of a starless night. There was no comfort in this emptiness, not like the kind he sought in his worst moments. There was nothing here, nothing to find, only a faint feeling, yet he felt the need to search regardless. His eyes strained for a point of light, something, anything to use as a bearing point, something to guide him but there was nothing. He laughed, a weak hollow sound made fainter by this place. How long could he take this? It was maddening in a way, this existence, nothing here; nothing to distract leaving him lost alone in his thoughts, thoughts he desperately sought to escape.
As if the need for escape had manifested itself into him physically he suddenly began to run. It was an uncontrollable compulsion from which he couldn't stop himself, there was no direction here nothing to run from, and yet nothing to run to either. Regardless the need to run was there, and it surmounted everything else. His legs began to ache, his chest burned, he gulped for air yet couldn't get enough. His body screamed at him to stop, just for a moment, if only to catch his breath, yet he could not, simply had to...
The ground was gone, it had dropped from beneath him, and he was falling, air rushed past his face but he still could see nothing, but the sickening vertigo of falling brought him to near panic. He knew this was the end, he was going to hit the bottom eventually. He should have screamed, but instead he felt a relief, a calm sense of peace that suffused his being. He would hit, and then it would be over, this dark nothing would matter not to him once he hit the bottom. It may not have been the way out that he sought, but it was a way out nonetheless. His eyes drifted closed as he waited for the ground to rush up and end this nightmare.
The impact was terrible, it wasn't anything like he expected, it wasn't solid, it was as though the darkness shattered around him and painful white light stabbed him. Even through closed eyes the brilliant luminescence was blinding. Groaning he lay in agony, eyes slowly adjusting to the light around him. Hot desert wind scoured his body, dry sand and cracked salt flats. The burning sun and cloudless sky scalded him. Thought came, why was he alive? The pain told him he was, and yet the idea defied reason. Slowly, painfully he sat up, his body still worked, it should not, and yet it did. Looking around still burned his eyes, blurry and indistinct the desert around him shimmered with heat rising off the cracked and withered surface.
The hardest thing he had ever done was get to his feet. The pain was indescribable, his vision spun and he stumbled catching his balance just in time to prevent himself toppling face first back to the burning cracked clay. The moisture starved air dried his mouth and skin, not so much as a bead of sweat popped out on his brow before it was taken mercilessly by the sun and the furnace like wind.
It made no sense to him, haltingly he took a step, the pain in his legs lessened a degree, and so he took another. Between one step and the next the sun vanished. Cold frigid air blasted over the desert, catching him full in the face, lifting him off his feet and slamming him into the ground. Breath was gone from his lungs, and spots danced in front of his eyes. Slowly they cleared away and he groaned, his vision clearing into a picture perfect night sky. The moon was gone, leaving an unobstructed view of the stars, swirling and shimmering above him. He reached for them, fingers stretching tears unbidden in his eyes. Starlight shimmered across him but he couldn't reach them. His Fractured mind collapsed in on itself. Memory of the stars faded, and the darkness came unbidden once more.
Closing his eyes didn't help, not in here, not in the darkness more profound and absolute than the depths of a starless night. There was no comfort in this emptiness, not like the kind he sought in his worst moments. There was nothing here, nothing to find.....
(just something that may be of use in the future)
