The air scratched against my skin like a wildfire, clenching up in my throat and poisoning my lungs. The conquering fog and the blissful storm poured down in front of me, bathing my sight in an eternal sea of ignorance as to what may or may not lay bare before me. Days, days I have wandered. The minutes bleeding into hours and the hours bleeding into those days. My entire body roars at me- Screams at me to simply give in, to stop trying... to just sleep. I keep fighting the cold, the never-ending barrage of pitiful hail and the destructive masses of rock and sleet or a mixture of the two... I'm so tired. Finally, my legs caved, burrowing me in the ice and the snow, frozen like a statue or a speck of dust on glass. My sight numbs itself almost as much as my body with everything around me darkening into a deep nothingness- a nothingness that clashes with the icy, white sheet of cold, tangible by all means. Finally, sleep.
I woke once more, barely moments later, and withered onward. The storm built more and more; the skies cracking open above my fettered, cold-plagued bones, still strutting on timelessly. Praying for a sense of normality. Why I am writing this diary, to whomever may or may not read this, is not to document the events of the mountain, nor to try and save my own life for I know that I am beyond help. I pray to you- Beg of you, do not come up this mountain. I have seen sights that no man, woman or child should have to be shown and I have had to endure countless torturous events that would make the bones of most individuals crawl from their being. I have seen sparks fly from peoples' eyes as if they were more machine than man, I have seen countless individuals defying the laws of gravity and logic and I have seen people simply fall to the ground with their very essence stripped from them. This storm holds more power than any I have ever laid my eyes on and it has an affect on people- It's a poison, a virus- An infection! It infects individuals and burrows into their bones, their blood- their minds! Corrupts their every thought. These individuals are no longer human, nor can they even call themselves individuals any longer. They are a force of nature- Dare I say, a force of nature that no being can contain or stop...
3 Days ago I was struck by lighting in my sleep. The electricity filled the air and burrowed it's way into my lungs and bled through every bone in my body. Since then I have heard this voice, this screaming inside my head.
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The Dual Consciousness
FantasyA Chaotic Storm and an unprepared hike leads to the complete destruction of sanity and sanctity. Forces of man-altered desire lead to individuals inhibiting powers and creatures that are beyond measure and saving. These individuals are the Dual Cons...