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onepassingnight2011-12-20 09:42 pm
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- 006 || eternity stares back.
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.
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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You regret your involvement with them?
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But then again, it was my choice to begin with, so I've gotta accept the consequences.
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[It's hard to see the connection, at first, from outside; but she's listening, at least.]
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[Because there's a chair forming behind you, foreign to the matter the asteroid consists of and looking as though it should never belong there. But he invites you to sit down, because it's one heck of a tale.]
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