one passing night
the evening is spread out against the sky
December 20th, 2011 
03:38 pm - 002
[Ah, family. Contrary to popular belief, it's not a foreign concept in the Netherworld. Mao, of all people, knows that very well, even if he doesn't have one right now. It was, after all, because of his love for his family that his father died.

"Love". He still couldn't quite grasp the concept, though it wasn't for lack of trying. It made up at least 70% of a hero's power, from the data he gathered, and could break down any obstacle in its way. Yet...he didn't know what it was, exactly. It didn't have an acidic formula, for sure, nor was it some kind of chemical that acted up when someone loved someone else.

And so it was, after a long day of experiments, that Mao crawled into his bed and drifted off to sleep, still thinking of love and family.]


And here is where his dreams pass into Passing. )
Is it dark? Are you still awake? Where are you? Is this a dream?

All of these thoughts and more would flutter through your mind, caught on the thin wire between consciousness, and being trapped within the confines of your own imagination. In time, it slowly dissapates, burning away as the universe reveals itself. You might find yourself standing on a tall, icly pillar, gazing at the stars that seem forever locked in twilight. Or perhaps you're deeper, nearly drowning in a pool of water that seems to have an almost green tinge, wouldn't you agree? and just barely managing to float to the surface. Planets are out of line, the clouds are tricoloured and thick, but no matter what.

The stars remain.

This land is open, free. Shattered. There are absolutely no restrictions here, and the asteroids have already grasped the concept. They shift and crumble before you, just before drifting into the great abyss. You might see those you know, wandering the stars - some with a confused stagger, and others with defined purpose.

Look down.

One of the asteroids is misshapen.

And there is the faint outline of a man resting upon it, sitting as if in meditation.

The will of this world guides you towards it.
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