Darkness, my old friend, how much time have we spent together? In the end it's just you and me. Eons have passed since I have sunk into this deep despair of nothingness. I know that I am afloat now, since I can barely remember what it felt to have my own two feet planted onto the ground. I can't help but wonder if my hair has grown since the time I met Christen. How is she doing?
"Are you alive?" I muttered in a very soft voice. I am not sure on what happened right after the skull was taken, but the black mist and the expression of bliss revealed a state of exaltation for me. I wonder If she ascended or descended. Then again, what does it mean to go up or down in a place with no physical rules?
I am so tired. There's nothing to do here. I cannot hear nor see. I missed the scents of the forest and the sounds of the birds. Heck! I would even kill to be chased around by deer again. There was so much to do... If I had only appreciated what I had before I lost it. Being here is boring. I would be rather reading or exploring if I could. Come to think about it, what was that snake? Was it a god or protector of that sacred spot?
"Maybe I am overthinking..." My voice reached out to the nothingness. This is a strange phenomenon now that I think about it. I cannot feel my eyes, ears or lips and yet I can listen to what I say. Or am I just thinking too hard? Perhaps my cognition of this somber solitude is just a reflection of my cognition towards the expectation of something happening. You know, it's like the same effect when placing a hand over a hot stove or watching water boil. It all depends on our recognition of time. It might become hastier or slower depending on our perception.
Why did all turn philosophical? I guess when you have the time to float around in the vast emptiness of the great hallow. Oh! That's what I am calling this place now. I, as the sole founder and survivor of this spot...? Never mind. As the conqueror of the area where all the senses are dulled and perception is biased, I now declare this land... as the Great Hallow? Don't ask me questions. I am pretty confused myself. I wonder where all my ego and swagger went.
"This sucks..." Yes. It sucks that I cannot do anything, but drift like dust in the wind. Was that a song? I can't recall any bards singing them. Did I meet bards before? Ah. This is becoming bothersome. I don't want to be here. I want to be somewhere warm and sunny. Please take me to a happy place where I can play around and maybe splash some fervor into my life again. Give me adrenaline and adventure!
Ah here it comes. The light that will bring salvation to my loneliness. It's like coming to end of a tunnel. It becomes brighter and brighter as it engulfs me like the mouth of a big whale. Why did I use a whale reference? That's not even funny! I don't want some mammal fish to vore me. My mind is playing tricks on me. I guess I take sanity damage when I'm exposed for too long onto this hallowed place.
"It's warm..." Just like I wanted. I can feel the sun on my head. I can feel myself afloat. Wait. Wait. WAIT. I AM IN...?!
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The Walkers
FantasyHave you ever thought what happens when you are in complete darkness and isolation? Have you ever wondered how to tread in unknown lands? Have you ever walked your way out of a situation? Chances are you are a walker too!
