Cosmogyral

Chapter 3: In which we meet Sheppy the Spirit.

The empty wide sea that held home to the mysterious hooded figure faded in a silhouette that fringed around Nemurin's body - her descent slowed, as if time itself had done so just for her, or if the fall was exceptionally deep, akin to the hole that led to Wonderland. And she would admit, the Dream World was a place she considered a world of wonder, what for somebody like herself. It allowed her to do things she never could even think about in reality, things that even a healthy person would struggle to do without making themselves tumble over into an outward state of idiocy - like standing atop a light post with a posture of perfection. She could even hop and use a hand to grasp onto her companion pillow and the other to look off into the exceptionally colourful distance before her now!

A rush of cold slipped through her thin socks, a palette of warm oranges, golds and yellows set Nemurin's senses alight as she took it in; the street below had a dainty set-up, akin to a storybook.

Or, like the beginning of a romantic manga, those she always heard were really good and read a few chapters of and absolutely had intended to get round to...well, up until her physical body went and died, that was...perhaps it was odd to speak of your own body in such a fashion, but it had felt like so long since then that she saw little point in sugarcoating it, at least to herself. Doing that didn't change much, and it wasn't like she would go talking like that about it to others.

Anyways - a stone pavement the same colour as chocolate and circled by a lighter, creamier shade stretched out into a flight of stairs with slightly bent pitch-black railings. Now that she thought of it - here, the girl bent her body downwards, as if she were bowing to an invisible person, her long hair strands slipping off her back and flopping in midair - the light post she stood atop of, and the one to her left too, seemed fairly wrangled at the bottom. For now, the street the colour of sunset was quiet, the soft glow below her feet giving her a gentle appearance from where she stood, apart from the occasional sound of the breeze as it brushed past her ears. More to her left stood a tall building with a dark wooden balcony, but it laid bare, lights aglow inside; yet it seemed only ghosts acted as inhabitants, for the district possessed, as far as Nemurin was concerned, a silence that sent the tips of icicles flushing her back here and there.

Letting out a sigh, Nemurin hopped onto the pavement, her hair bouncing anticlimactically to the floor, her socks shuffling slightly as she moved, as the streets greeted her with nothing but silence. "Let's see..." she trailed off, ready to zip off into town on her preferred mode of transport; until she heard a peculiar sound.

It was almost like an odd vibration; if a sheep had spoken through an odd filter, that was the best way to describe that sound that rattled through her ears. A blonde brow arched above her left eye in puzzlement, her head tilting slightly aside as she peered up the small stairway. She had only a few moments to look up the orange-glazed steps before the sound came barrelling down like a bowling ball down a lane - and Nemurin was clearly intended to be its pins! A high yelp chucked from her throat as she reached the stony sides, just avoiding being hit by her...oddly adorable attacker.

As it were, the sheep comparison Nemurin had made within her head was quite apt, even if the colours seemed far more out of a nightclub than it did any farmer's field; a dark blue symbol adorned its forehead, like a heart with bat wings crossing in and out of it, and it walked on four stubby blue and green legs when it wasn't bowling towards her. Its horns, if you could call them that, were instead floating whirlpools of mint, magenta and a sick, sticky-looking green. But she didn't have long to question or take in its physical features, for it was coming fast and hard and straight for her head!

It was then, in this moment, that she had an idea; the black bent lamppost stood askew still behind her, white gleaming off of it from the remains of the orange light. Turning back around towards her sheep-shaped enemy, her mind fell back onto the dream she entered, that of the little boy who watched a city be torn apart by a massive monster - at least until she entered, until her Nemurin Beam had purified its heart, that was! Even if there were odd forces at work, she didn't doubt she could still do the same here! And this way, she could perhaps get a grasp on just what this creature was, once and for all.