𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌
/ˈpæɹəˌkɒz(ə)m/ • pa‧ra‧co‧sm
(n.) a detailed, prolonged imaginary world, with history and often geological creations, created by a child that includes human, animal or alien creations.
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an Ib (2021) fanfiction | Garry x...
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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝:
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Gravity had gone back to 'normal' only milliseconds before you could smack against the ground at full force. Your body, somehow, slowed down before it unceremoniously landed on the floor, like some sort of vague and mysterious magic trick. Nonetheless, you landed (almost) face first, lying on your stomach, on the floor. Or at least, what you could only assume was the floor.
The room was completely dark, and there was nothing visible at all in it.
Perhaps you had not hit the ground at all? Instead had just stopped falling, and were now floating in space.
Were you in space?
There aren't any stars, or anything beautiful to look at. Which, some part of you thought was a shame. Were you dead, then?
Tragic, that.
Maybe this was the deepest circle of hell, and the devil had finally come to greet you himself.
No that can't be right. You thought, as you stood up and jumped, landing in the same place. Gravity existed, and your moves weren't weightless.
Your small flashlight hardly had any effect at all.
There was a smoky fog that surrounded the area, but that was all you could surmise from using the thing. Your shoes were half swallowed by the same smoky darkness.
