There were strange occurences in Angelica's life which happen in a daily basis.
She would wake up and feel like her body was experiencing pinprick pain on her nape, wrists and ankles; on other occassions, her eyesight fails and notice that there is a static appearance in the surroundings, just the way a show in a television with poor reception looks like.
"Hey, are you alright?" one classmate asked Angelica as she accidentally let go of the drinking glass that she was holding, her migraines attacking in unpredictable successions. She just shrugged her shoulders and squatted to pick up the shards.
"No. I'm just feeling groggy," came her reply. And groggy is her norm.
It is a peculiar sensation, having your body out of sync with her existence in the world.
Her days are like dreams, with you doing several tasks but not feeling them at all, as if you are separated by a veil to the wider world beyond.
One day, she was reading a novel when the Occurence happened again. She anticipated the migraine, but her body felt an electric jolt she had not experienced before.
Slowly, reality began to dissolve before her sight, the people in the library turning into vapors of smoke, and Angelica found herself waking up to see something wider than the Illusion.
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Angelica found her naked body inside a membrane, tubes with the texture of intestinal muscles connected to her nape, wrists and ankle. Her skin was slimy, and she had no hair at all.
She tried to move but her limbs felt weak like they were never used before. Every movement made her nauseatic, but somehow the girl managed to tear the membrane open, green slime splashing out of her pod.
Blinding light pained Angelica's eyes, and when she adjusted to the sight, she found herself in the gigantic dome of mirror dimensions, almost infinite in its size.
Several videos played on the mirror surface, and Angelica sighted some of her own recollections playing in one of the mirrors, recorded through her own eyes.
"What the hell?" Angelica wanted to gasp, but her mouth forgot the function of speaking, for she has not even tried to speak at all.
She saw the One, arriving in the form of a cloaked figure. It opened its veil, and what Angelica saw was undescribable enough to vaporize her mundane figure from all versions of the Universe.
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Tales of the Other
Science FictionThere is a Higher Reality that our minds had not processed yet. Probably, our psyche can only process a limited degree of information, or subconsciously, we are denying the existence of the Other. Deep inside us, we could be nothing but insignifican...
