Post by lodnir on Aug 31, 2015 23:17:19 GMT -6
This place isn't supposed to be here. You think to yourself as you numbly touch the lock and doorknob once again in complete and utter disbelief. This shouldn't be possible at all. You make out the archway once more as if with practiced movement that you know you shouldn't have. You feel disgusted. Who the hell put a door in the back of your mind?
It suddenly occurred to you one day. Perhaps you were waking up and perhaps you weren't. Either way among the myriad of thoughts you undoubtedly have during a busy ordinary day in your life one of your ideas bumped against....Something. Depending if you normally have powers of telepathy or introspection or mind reading of some kind this sensation may have come extremely jarring to you; and like a reflex movement to stop yourself from falling down you reached out and pushed whatever the thing that bumped into your thought away. Except instead you ended up pushing yourself instead - it is a very sturdy door after all. Of course non-telepaths at this point would be very distressed at the ability to maneuver your consciousness in such a way but lets assume you don't do insane from the process (because if you did you wouldn't be toasting here). Eventually you come to terms with you newfound ability to interact with the door (no additional powers were gained from this experience unless you decide to have them, sorry) but you do NOT come to terms with the fact that someone or something installed a door in the back of your thoughts. The door itself seems pretty inert and doesn't really do something or have any visible effect on you other than take up space; however something about this entire situation does not sit well with you at all. So one day you decided to open the door. Perhaps it was on a whim out of curiosity, or after long and careful situation. Maybe you did it lounging on the living room couch or were in a hyperbolic time chamber either way you remember the most bizarre sense of vertigo of falling into your own mind and then-
You wake up in a moonlit field. "You" you; as far as you can tell this is your flesh and blood body somehow transported away somewhere (with your clothes thankfully, also any personal effects regular people are capable of carrying). The moonlit field is pristine and mostly homogeneous in composition. Long silken grass and small flowers with delicate stalks wave in the occasional breeze, the idyllic scene is punctuated with the sleeping bodies of many many others; were you one of their number not too long ago? Another striking point about the place is that despite being a moonlit field, there is no moon in the sky. Rather the closer to the zenith your eye take you the darker the sky becomes. Instead the source of pale soft light that you can only describe as "moonlight" is coming for all along the part of the horizon that you can make out; it also occurs to you that there is a fainter source of light coming from somewhere you cannot place. Staring out over at the beach with its gently lapping waves in front of you coast line extending as far as you can see and then a dark vale behind you into which you cannot make out what lies beyond a dozen paces or so. For some inexplicable reason you get the sudden thought that perhaps falling into your own mind you ended up behind your own eyelids and your real body is sleeping and the light of the horizon is you about to wake up from this tiny world. You push the idea out of your head however as it doesn't explain anything, least of all why there are so many other people here.
Sudden movement and light catches your eye as a few of the others who were previously sleeping begin to wake up and strangely, upon waking up small halos of various colors begin to appear above their heads. You suddenly get the feeling you understand where the faint secondary source of light is coming from.
Among those awaking up is a very tall man in a very black suit with a very long red scarf and a carrying a very intimidating sword. His hair is disheveled made more disheveled by him tussling it gently in what is no doubt part of his wake up ritual. His halo is currently a deep deep red contrasting the bright shade of his scarf. There is another tall man in a white suit who looks much more lanky than the solidly built previous black suited man. The white suited man like he was made with leftover limbs deemed too long for practical use that somehow found their way to a body. As the white suited man stands up all manner of whistles and bobbles fall out of his poor over stuffed rucksack. His halo is a wan yellow that looks like it could flicker out at any moment. Lastly a woman with auburn hair in a khaki vest top and jean shorts sits bolt upright then pauses, her short blade rattling in its sheath at the sudden movement as if alarmed or in protest. Her halo is a simple sky blue.
You briefly wonder what color your own halo is but at the moment it doesn't seem like you'd be able to determine this without asking someone unless you have a mirror in your pocket. Of course you could always try going down to the beach to try and make out your reflection there or go into the dark vale and see what kind of light you cast there. But of course this seems to be a passing concern as you still have no idea where you are or how you got here.
At least the door in the back of your head is gone...For now.
It suddenly occurred to you one day. Perhaps you were waking up and perhaps you weren't. Either way among the myriad of thoughts you undoubtedly have during a busy ordinary day in your life one of your ideas bumped against....Something. Depending if you normally have powers of telepathy or introspection or mind reading of some kind this sensation may have come extremely jarring to you; and like a reflex movement to stop yourself from falling down you reached out and pushed whatever the thing that bumped into your thought away. Except instead you ended up pushing yourself instead - it is a very sturdy door after all. Of course non-telepaths at this point would be very distressed at the ability to maneuver your consciousness in such a way but lets assume you don't do insane from the process (because if you did you wouldn't be toasting here). Eventually you come to terms with you newfound ability to interact with the door (no additional powers were gained from this experience unless you decide to have them, sorry) but you do NOT come to terms with the fact that someone or something installed a door in the back of your thoughts. The door itself seems pretty inert and doesn't really do something or have any visible effect on you other than take up space; however something about this entire situation does not sit well with you at all. So one day you decided to open the door. Perhaps it was on a whim out of curiosity, or after long and careful situation. Maybe you did it lounging on the living room couch or were in a hyperbolic time chamber either way you remember the most bizarre sense of vertigo of falling into your own mind and then-
You wake up in a moonlit field. "You" you; as far as you can tell this is your flesh and blood body somehow transported away somewhere (with your clothes thankfully, also any personal effects regular people are capable of carrying). The moonlit field is pristine and mostly homogeneous in composition. Long silken grass and small flowers with delicate stalks wave in the occasional breeze, the idyllic scene is punctuated with the sleeping bodies of many many others; were you one of their number not too long ago? Another striking point about the place is that despite being a moonlit field, there is no moon in the sky. Rather the closer to the zenith your eye take you the darker the sky becomes. Instead the source of pale soft light that you can only describe as "moonlight" is coming for all along the part of the horizon that you can make out; it also occurs to you that there is a fainter source of light coming from somewhere you cannot place. Staring out over at the beach with its gently lapping waves in front of you coast line extending as far as you can see and then a dark vale behind you into which you cannot make out what lies beyond a dozen paces or so. For some inexplicable reason you get the sudden thought that perhaps falling into your own mind you ended up behind your own eyelids and your real body is sleeping and the light of the horizon is you about to wake up from this tiny world. You push the idea out of your head however as it doesn't explain anything, least of all why there are so many other people here.
Sudden movement and light catches your eye as a few of the others who were previously sleeping begin to wake up and strangely, upon waking up small halos of various colors begin to appear above their heads. You suddenly get the feeling you understand where the faint secondary source of light is coming from.
Among those awaking up is a very tall man in a very black suit with a very long red scarf and a carrying a very intimidating sword. His hair is disheveled made more disheveled by him tussling it gently in what is no doubt part of his wake up ritual. His halo is currently a deep deep red contrasting the bright shade of his scarf. There is another tall man in a white suit who looks much more lanky than the solidly built previous black suited man. The white suited man like he was made with leftover limbs deemed too long for practical use that somehow found their way to a body. As the white suited man stands up all manner of whistles and bobbles fall out of his poor over stuffed rucksack. His halo is a wan yellow that looks like it could flicker out at any moment. Lastly a woman with auburn hair in a khaki vest top and jean shorts sits bolt upright then pauses, her short blade rattling in its sheath at the sudden movement as if alarmed or in protest. Her halo is a simple sky blue.
You briefly wonder what color your own halo is but at the moment it doesn't seem like you'd be able to determine this without asking someone unless you have a mirror in your pocket. Of course you could always try going down to the beach to try and make out your reflection there or go into the dark vale and see what kind of light you cast there. But of course this seems to be a passing concern as you still have no idea where you are or how you got here.
At least the door in the back of your head is gone...For now.