Post by lodnir on Oct 13, 2015 20:18:55 GMT -6
You remember dreaming. An ordinary scene, an extraordinary fancy, a pleasant rest, or a harrowing night terror, it was ultimately a dream. Your dream.
That was then, this is now.
You remember the sudden feeling of motion in your dream; the distinct pull of acceleration. Abrupt disbelief and lucidity wash over you - probably panic too. Grabbing a hold of some part of your dream you try desperately to steer or slow its motion. But it's all in vain the; dream cannot be stopped. From somewhere beyond the boundaries of your beloved cage the fatal attraction continues. Faster and faster the dream races, you scream but the shuddering and groaning of the very world around you inundate all. Then suddenly-
Collision.
Breakage.
Destruction.
The shriek of a something very important breaking fill your ears. The sight of something very dark flooding in the seams of your surroundings fills your vision. You instinctively know you must not let it touch you. So you climb. Or you fly. At any rate you run away. But the dark liquid quickly floods the world running you to the edge of your imagination. There's nowhere left to run. No barriers left to break. Nothing left to consume but you.
Except a single rope. A rope dangling from above you, from somewhere you can't see. In desperation to escape the tide you grab it, you feel the sensation of being pulled. The speed forces you to close your eyes. Then-
You open your eyes to a large room. The walls are pure white, the ceiling is pure white, the floor is some sort of hardwood. The room is very clearly illuminated despite there being no obvious source of light or windows. There is a large double wide steel door at the far side of the room but the most prominent feature is a square "pool" of that horrible black liquid in the center of the room with multiple fishing rods attached to the floor leading in. The rods bend and dip occasionally as if receiving bites; but nothing is reeled in - for now. You move back to a wall an manage to put about ten feet between you and the stuff. Looking around, among you are a strange looking woman in what seems to be a clown-esque outfit with a fish bowl on her head, a very pale man in a one piece white hoodie with many vestigial sleeves and smoke coming out from the back of his head, and a very short juvenile looking woman in a baggy shirt, mantle, and skirt. All understandably look worse for wear. But before anyone gets the chance to say anything a voice rings out of every surface, even from inside you.
"Hello and welcome. I am your hostess for the night, Aphaea." The voice is deep and warm and resonant; but not at all kind. A purring cat waiting outside a mouse hole. "As to where you are, how you got here, its all very simple. You are here because I brought you here. You will remain here indefinitely until..."
A pause from the all encompassing.
"You find the Lorelei"
"And kill her."
The voice of Aphaea stops. This time you don't feel like she is going to continue. The silence following the ultimatum is only broken by the sounds of the creaking of the poles as they occasionally bob and dip and The man in the white hoodie.
"What. The. Fuck."
That was then, this is now.
You remember the sudden feeling of motion in your dream; the distinct pull of acceleration. Abrupt disbelief and lucidity wash over you - probably panic too. Grabbing a hold of some part of your dream you try desperately to steer or slow its motion. But it's all in vain the; dream cannot be stopped. From somewhere beyond the boundaries of your beloved cage the fatal attraction continues. Faster and faster the dream races, you scream but the shuddering and groaning of the very world around you inundate all. Then suddenly-
Collision.
Breakage.
Destruction.
The shriek of a something very important breaking fill your ears. The sight of something very dark flooding in the seams of your surroundings fills your vision. You instinctively know you must not let it touch you. So you climb. Or you fly. At any rate you run away. But the dark liquid quickly floods the world running you to the edge of your imagination. There's nowhere left to run. No barriers left to break. Nothing left to consume but you.
Except a single rope. A rope dangling from above you, from somewhere you can't see. In desperation to escape the tide you grab it, you feel the sensation of being pulled. The speed forces you to close your eyes. Then-
You open your eyes to a large room. The walls are pure white, the ceiling is pure white, the floor is some sort of hardwood. The room is very clearly illuminated despite there being no obvious source of light or windows. There is a large double wide steel door at the far side of the room but the most prominent feature is a square "pool" of that horrible black liquid in the center of the room with multiple fishing rods attached to the floor leading in. The rods bend and dip occasionally as if receiving bites; but nothing is reeled in - for now. You move back to a wall an manage to put about ten feet between you and the stuff. Looking around, among you are a strange looking woman in what seems to be a clown-esque outfit with a fish bowl on her head, a very pale man in a one piece white hoodie with many vestigial sleeves and smoke coming out from the back of his head, and a very short juvenile looking woman in a baggy shirt, mantle, and skirt. All understandably look worse for wear. But before anyone gets the chance to say anything a voice rings out of every surface, even from inside you.
"Hello and welcome. I am your hostess for the night, Aphaea." The voice is deep and warm and resonant; but not at all kind. A purring cat waiting outside a mouse hole. "As to where you are, how you got here, its all very simple. You are here because I brought you here. You will remain here indefinitely until..."
A pause from the all encompassing.
"You find the Lorelei"
"And kill her."
The voice of Aphaea stops. This time you don't feel like she is going to continue. The silence following the ultimatum is only broken by the sounds of the creaking of the poles as they occasionally bob and dip and The man in the white hoodie.
"What. The. Fuck."