Who was/is/will see this? Which character/person? It doesn't matter, the experience was being had.
It starts small, so as not to overwhelm them. There's a flare of color and a blaze of emotion. We think we can hear words, but some are inaudible. Some are indistinguishable and/or indiscernible. It becomes so that we're traveling through what we classify as a wormhole, but our classifications are near meaningless in the presence of this anomaly. Like a mouse identifying a morsel on the foot of a giant. The mouse grasps as it can: the wormhole is like a sphere inside another colorful space-like sphere, perhaps. The wormhole/sphere is an eye that is its own pupil which sees all of what it's involved with, including us. And it sees us; Namaste. As it does, we are somewhere else. We can't tell how this happens, but it happens. And we are there:
8,382 BAA
This isn't Earth, it's Tarra. Others refer to her with this name, the ones who came before us. There are beings attempting to turn Tarra into what they feel is a utopia. They've created structures of white glass/stone. The beings of lesser density travel with what some call anti-gravity craft. The ones of higher density just teleport at will. There is a titering balance between so-called nature and civilization. The beings; the people feel as though they're recovering from something. We remember the fire in the upper atmosphere, how the clouds light up and how metal rains down. We know it's only a fragmentary fraction of the war; the battle is grand in space. We also witness two events simultaneously. From the edge of a mountain, covered in lush giant vegetation, we overlook a valley of green--a white glass/stone building off to the side. We see an object falling through the clouds. It's a massive vessel that's been set ablaze. The war follows the flaming object as it plummets. We see this strange conflict but at the same time, we see the scene post-battle. The ship sticks out of the earth like a decrepit tower. This tower feels as though it's been claimed by someone. We see flashes of combat; a woman in distress. We see the number fifty-five. Now we're experiencing some pain behind the eyes, and we know we must move on; level up. Before we go the word "secret" enters our mind, and we know this isn't the last time we'll see this place/event--we'll return again someday.
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Archeia's Atheneum (The First Shift)
General FictionYou're awake. You're different. You exist, suddenly, as two things. You, the one you know, with the body and name you're familiar with--and this new you, the one exists within you. This you is inhabiting a world within your own. This other consciou...
