With Those You Love

Fragments

 Everything is dark.  

You open your eyes to see a pallid, glaucous sheet in front of you.  You take in your surroundings: the clean, green nature beckons you to enter its refuge.  Reaching out, you lightly tap the surface of the sheet.  You momentarily pause as the surface ripples outward.  The sheet slowly returns to its original, calm state.  With fleeting curiosity, you press your hand deeper into the sheet, marveling how the sheet bends inwards this time.  Without hesitation, you continue to force the sheet inward and glancing back at your original position.  The sheet envelops you in its folds before splitting beneath your fingers and reattaching itself behind you.  You pause for a brief second before slowly turning to the front and sigh in relief.  In front of you is an empty, winding, maze-like hallway. Somewhere down the hall, you hear a door slam shut.  The sound reverberates through the desolate hallway.  Sucking in your breath, you take a careful step forward, glimpsing here and there for any signs of life.  Approaching the nearest door, you lightly push the door open and peep inside.  Not hearing anything out of the norm, you open the door wider, revealing an unfamiliar room. Gazing up, you notice there is an overarching dome reflecting sunlight with its hard, marble surface. You figure this is some kind of temple. Taking small steps, you enter the temple, closing the door shut behind you.  A censer burns, filling the temple with mystical spices.  A row of jars sits behind some curtains.  You take a step closer to the jars, peeking into the closest jar. You back away in disgust as you realize that there are ancient hands suspended in a green fluid, covered with scars in horizontal columns of ink. A table sits in the middle of the room, empty.  The curtains flutter and you feel a cool breeze hugs you and turns you toward the table.  On the table, you see a glass flask containing a green fluid.  Turning the flask over in your hand, you run your fingertips over the featureless veneer. Something within you aches, evoking nostalgic emotions.  With an instinctive urge, your hands open the flask and tip its contents down your throat. Your throat tightens as the viscous liquid oozes down, causing you to shudder in disgust. You trip backward, hitting your back against the cold, hard marble, sinking your body into the corner. Your hair cascades your face and you try to blow it out of the way before leaking with enshrining, hysterical laughter. You feel radiant. The noise reverberates in the room, bouncing off the walls. But you, you feel energized.

"Doesn't it feel great?"

You freeze at the words uttered by the intruder. 

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hi~ 

i'm pretty sure that the first paragraph was a huge chunk of words and i apologize for that.  i thought about cutting up the paragraph but everything seems so connected to one another—i couldn't.  feel free to comment anything on your mind.