Entity of the East

~ Curiosity ~

When the Nothingness shattered, many things came into my view. I find myself somewhere, although I do not know how to describe these Somethings in front of me. I do notice however that I now have a Body and that I seem to be lying down. Looking around this Somethingness, I see many shapes of sizes I have never seen before. However, there is one thing that stands out in this Somethingness.

Another Body.

It is standing inside and opening in this Somethingness and it appears to be facing me.

Welcome.

It has a Voice. Was this perhaps the Voice from the Nothingness?

Right now, you’re inside of our base. Are you feeling alright?

Is it… referring to me?

How do I respond?

Should I use my Voice too?

I try to gather all my thoughts to say something, but nothing comes out. Instead, I let out a soft Sound that doesn’t sound like anything. The Body notices and uses its Voice again.

I see… so you find it hard to Speak?

I look at it and it looks back at me. It turns and leaves the Somethingness whilst using his Voice.

I’ll drop by later again. Just wait here.

The body leaves out if my Sight and I continue to lie down. Looking around the Somethingness, I notice that it is very different from the Nothingness. There are many Colours other than white, many more shapes that I have never seen in the Nothingness and its almost like… there is something here that is not Emptiness, but rather, filling, like how the Sound was the fulfilling of Silence. It was very strange to be in Something that is more than what I know.

For instance, what am I laying down upon? What is my Body? How do I use it? What is this Somethingness? What was that body? Am I going to end up back in the Nothingness or will I stay here?

Many questionings fill me, surrounding me and almost mixing the questionings up with each other. Then, a quick, sudden Something happens to me. I bring my hands to the origin of the Something. It is not like any experience that I have encountered, but for whatever reason, it forces my body to shake and become… what? What is happening? Why is this happening? I do not comprehend.

And then the Body came back. It faces me and comes towards me somewhat swiftly. It then touches the Origin and uses its Voice.

You’re head is hurting. Let me heal it for you.

His Body part that was touching the Origin began to shine like Brightness shone in the Nothingness, although it had Colour. Instantly, the origin faded and my Body began to release the forcings of the Origin and goes back to how it was. It puts its Body part away from me and brings Something towards where I lay. It goes on it and proceeds to form Something from his Body part that ‘healed’ me. It is a half circle with Something inside of it. Then a new Something enters me. It is also somehow familiar, though vaguely, and is soothing. I believe this is Smell.

You must be hungry. After all, you look as skinny as an apple’s core. Here.

It scoops up the Something in the half-circle and puts it in me. It is… warm and… Tasty, if that is what it is called, if I am not mistaken. It puts more into me, slowly and gently, and almost as if it was natural, I let it run down me, filling me.

It’s been a long time, Nicole.

I look at it.  I do not know what it is speaking about. It then proceeds to use its Voice once more.

…I see. You also have amnesia.

And after giving me all the Taste, it speaks,

Don’t worry. I will help you remember. But if that fails, it won’t matter. As long as you find who you are, it won’t matter if you were who you were before or if you turn out to be a different person.

…I’ll protect you.

And when it finishes it leaves the Somethingness again. I did not understand what it meant. In fact, I did not understand at all. I need to know more. It knows. I will learn from it.

A long while passes until it comes back again and it seems that it had brought something along with it. It was rectangular, as I came to learn. It was brown and was slightly bigger than its ‘hand’, as it seems to be called. I do not remember how I came to know this, but I do know that I had remembered after a long rest. It is… strange.

It uses its Voice, but it seems to be directed at the rectangle. It lets it go and it floats in front of it. The rectangle turns and faces me, revealing another side, which was white.

I will teach you to speak. Do you know what you are?

I look at it, and it seems to understand.

You are a person. And no matter what anyone tells you, you will always be a person. There may be a time when someone calls you something other than a person. But remember that if you can think, feel and live, you are a person.

I look more at it, and it continues.

A person is someone who can think for themselves, can feel emotions towards others and things and most of all, they are something that can live. People can survive using their strength and knowledge to live.

A questioning forms in me. I muster all the Something inside of me and a Sound comes out.

“Are… person… too?”

It stands for a while and speaks,

You’re a very curious one, aren’t you?

 

This ‘person’ taught me many things, such as my body and how different parts of it do certain things, although ‘he’ did not want to talk about ‘certain parts’ and told me to ask someone else as he was the wrong person to ask. He taught me how to speak a little and even though I seem to be ‘weak’ in terms of speech, my understanding of words was ‘top notch’.

I ask many things, or at least, I try to. He seems to understand what I am saying, despite my incomplete ‘sentences’. I ask about Sounds, I ask about Touch, I ask about Light, I ask all about the Nothingness.

“Nothingness?”

“It is… where I am… from.”

“I don’t know about this ‘Nothingness’. I don’t seem to recall ever being in ‘nothing’. So perhaps it was a dream you had.”

I shake my head, but he doesn’t answer with anything else. He says that it is time that I had some rest, so he stands up and begins to leave, but I stop him, because I had one more question.

“Who… are… you…?”

He remains quiet for a while, but then he speaks.

“Who I am is nothing but an item of the past. Call me what you wish, but I am known as ‘Winter’.”

“Win… ter.”

“It’s pronounced as one word. Winter.”

“Win ter.”

He lets out a small breath and looks towards me. He wears a full-body, black coat with black gloves and boots. His face is covered by the shadows of his hood, but I can make out that he has black hair too. He speaks.

“You ask who I am before you ask who you are? You are a very strange girl.”

I look at him, and he knows what I am thinking.

“Nicole. Nicole Arissia.”

And with that, Win ter leaves.

“It’s good to be curious, Nicole. Curiosity will guide you to find who you are.”

So that was the strange ‘feeling’ I’ve had since I came from the Nothingness. ‘Curiosity’…

Win ter leaves and I lay back down on the bed and think about him before I slip away into sleep.