𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖘 || neradorax

003: dream, damage, directly advancing

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

Galaxies, space;

the intricate threads of destiny, and the reinforcement of time. Standing in a colourful abyss littered with intricate swirls and brilliant specks of gold and azure, I found myself amidst an endless sea of stars, linked together by the clock's hands.

But, this time, I found myself with the ability to walk, unforced to flow with time's desires and plans. This time, the surroundings completely cleared, turning completely blank with a darkness that could only be found in the most malevolent souls.

It was nothing but empty space. The endless sea of stars began to fade away, a new imagery beginning to appear instead, showing the true nature of time's ideas. Change was the epitome of time's rule.

My consciousness was mine and mine alone, as I began to wander this abyss. Initially, I embarked on my journey through this unknown space seeing nothing but the light glow of my body, lighting up my colourless environment.

Then, small fireflies appeared near to me, following me as I kept stepping further. They flew around me, emitting sounds of gentle buzzing.

These small specks of light illuminated a small pathway which, gradually, turned brighter and vaster until it encompassed the sky of my sweet dormancy.

I persisted, for what was life without perseverance?

I continued to wander the endless heavenly domain in my dream, being ushered by my own lust for knowledge.

Rain cascaded down, pure and sacred; a sweet refuge of freshness that showered my hair and covered my body in a cold relief. I held the world in my hand — a similar feeling that I seemed to have forgotten. It was a memory that had drifted far away, slipping through my desperate grasps.

What would happen when my lust for knowledge morphed into something new, something that would corrupt the strings of my heart?

Was the innocence of my soul really such a good trade for the answers I seeked?

My heart clenched when my sights began to blacken once again. The salubrity of my world shattered against the will of my sinful longing.

I was bygone among a disconnecting, glitching world, where nothing but my own thoughts and sensations were reality.

I closed my eyes, soaked with tears which were not my own but rather the world's sorrow. The world cried for me, mourned me. Why? I had no idea, not yet, not for a while.

The path which I walked was calamitous. The path which I walked would only harm me.

It was a lonely road, but how could those cons even be legitimate as consequences for my body and mind when many others would suffer?

The past, future and present connected. Everything was connected. Everything but me.

I was an anomaly — I walked. I was an error. I was a mistake. I was anachronic; claimed by nothing in this world.

I had no place. Nobody would understand. Nobody could believe — how could they?

Everytime I walked, my world became more and more swollen right before beginning to bleed red.

Soon enough, I was surrounded by massacre — the holy rain which proved to have been my sanctity turned into an evil crimson. The very clouds that had mourned me only mere moments ago, had fallen victim to injury. They too had fallen. They too...

Everything in my path was surrounded by death, by grim unspeakable demise and undeserving cruelty.

I stood in the middle of a city, navy with the night's tint, completely destroyed. There was nothing but trace remains of the life it once held.