Dimensional Imagines

01//Blue Haze

When I opened my eyes, I wasn't expecting to see what I saw.

There was a buzzing sound in the back of my head, one that seemed to increase with every breath and detail I took in.

I was standing in the middle of a railway track, feeling glued to the spot.
There was another railway track running horizontal and sequential to the other. Both were heading in the same direction, but split between two underground tunnels giving off two differing sources of light.

A bluish haze came from the left, and a red was received from the right.

I noticed my mere habitat was surrounded by miles of forest, dark and foggy. Spruce trees stretched high to the sky, swaying back and forth in oscillation, as if in a weird trance, but there was no wind to be felt.

The buzzing in my ears grew louder, and then paused all at once unexpectedly. Eery sounds were uttered from within the forests, and then quite suddenly a moving train appeared from obscurity and was headed right towards me.

Fear seized my already drumming heart, and I jolted from my position, tripping over rails and dust until I successfully rolled out of the way, avoiding collision by seconds.

The brown orbs in my eyes grew wider as the train came to a halt at a station I hadn't noticed mere meters away.

A short figure shuffled out slowly, as if tired of many things, grunting a little as he exited the open doors of the train.

"Once again," he muttered. "Once again."

"Once again, what?!" I shouted back, but earned no reply. He continued to walk further into the forest, and I--earning an impression, as if he knew where I was and what I was doing here--felt that he may have some answers.

"Wait!" I shouted. He did not reply. Rather, it seemed, he quickened his pace, in aim to avoid my company.

I felt my legs accelerating, as I ran towards the short old man. As I grew nearer, I wondered why he was dressed in all black.

When I forcefully tugged on the shoulder of his dark robe, his bald head snapped to face mine. What I saw initiated a seed of despair and trepidation that squeezed my small heart from within.

Eyes writhing with all the colors of the rainbow, he breathed out a ragged sigh, then pointed a shaking and accusing finger at me.

"Back. Go back."

I had questions, but didn't bother to aggravate or besiege the man additionally, due to his shocking features and warning.

With newfound obedience, I walked myself back to the blue train-station, urging myself to calm down.

Back. Go back.

Why was he so intolerant of my succession? Was the forest dangerous? Where was I? Why can't I remember anything? And how the hell do I get out of here?

A/N
Listened to Lemaitre while writing this, and it all sort of set the mood.
I think I'll keep these chapters short for the most part, because writer's block is mainstream right now.

Also, no. I have no idea where I'm going with this story.