The Oasis TRIAL

CH. 3 - Unboxing Reality

Peonny Lawson

TEASER: Seeking for opportunities - Against the current - Keep it myself

Space full of darkness.
Obsolete.
Untouched by nature.
I step further, deep down to a half basement.
Large and magnificent dome, 42.6 feet of height.
An art piece created in the Renaissance era.
I can hear the echo whisper through my ears.
Smells of dying rats and musty.
I tie up a scarf to my face half below.
Flying dust every time I take a step on a half furnished and half wrecked concrete.
Shadow separated from the light, drift along with bursting art deco glass window, form an angle followed by solar rotation per se.
The arch easel has been a roosting nest for bats to rest.
One of them hits me hard on the right face near the eye while escaping the building.
I am troubled.

I lied to H.
I'm not ready to confess what I saw unless certainly need her help.
Because she always forbids me to take part in it.
Simply to guard me and focus on my study.
I can't just stay still without knowing the truth, what made us in this bloody mess.
Dad, I miss you. Have you meet mom and tell her we were living fine so as not to worry about us that much?
I really miss you both. If there's still a chance to meet you guys, I need a hug.
I'm sure dad would not leave us in this stupid situation, he must have provided us a clue to mature and keep on living.

About a couple of months ago, I found out an article saying that the Government will destroy all aged buildings to replace them with new projects for a revolution of this country.
One of them is the relic Cathedral, where dad tended to unite with his kind.
This place reminds me of his story, where he began to decide on his own.
Walking separately from his people.
From his tasks.
From his responsibility.
Because he lost trust after the woman he loved has died before his eyes could reach hers.
Mom was murdered tragically.
Unfortunately, dad found her corpse lying on the altar.
That night, he was trapped and caught as the suspect.
He was furious, no choice but to hide.

First of all, he created Oasis for the next generation could participate in how beautiful this planet was before swallowed by human beings.
It used to be called time muncher, which he could control how much time we can roll backward, to be born in the previous century we wish. Even before man was created.
A few years later...
Betrayed, by his kind. He stole all his assets from the team, then upgraded the system.
Now it supposed to be a place and time to protect from the outside world that could harm us.
A hidden place, with a highly secure system.
Located in the most wasted land on this planet.
Where I am living with H for now.
Neither one of our closest friends has ever visited or known where we are living.
We addressed a fake residence where sometimes we both visit just to maintain that place, so it seems real inhabited.

H is now planning to gather a team that can help her along with wander of finding the truth.
She did all the researches, everything about dad's history.
The cases.
His potential.
His old partners.
His contributions to the nation.
Last but not least, his artifacts.
I took a sneak peek while H is not in her room.
She usually locks the door, but sometimes she forgot while chasing an urgent call.
I learn and recollect information lately.
But H has done it for a long long run.
She did it herself, ever since she was only 15, the year our nanny left us.
We kinda used to the lonely session while everyone was missing without a trace.
One and only hope we should rely on each other is me and H.

With the help of a phone flash, I can see the altar clearly.
Man's carves surround its mass.
Unremoved blood marks.
I imagine for a second, borrowing dad's vision from that moment.
Seeing a beautiful woman lying there, not moving, floating above the thick red fluid.
I touch the marks, can not bear any longer, teardrops fall as filled from my eyebags.
I sense the fear of her glares.
The scream of tortures haunts me in my head.
I feel the scars ripped inside.
I can't breathe.
Dizzy.
Struggle to find a way out.
Crashing different pillar several times.
I run following my footsteps through the entry-level.
Reaching the top and almost passed out.
My eyes burn, the blistering sunset irritates me at the end of my escape.