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A swirling kaleidoscope of color and light swirled before a man's eyes. Did he have eyes? Was he a man? Words, a voice, hateful and full of resentment roiled in his ears like a thundering storm. "You took everything!" The angry voice cried. Did he? Why? It did not make any sense. Visions assailed him, he watched a world die as a column of power pierced it. Souls burned in the vacuum of space. Screams, shouts, rage, fear, hate, madness. "You are a monster!" Another voice, female, he felt a wetness on his cheek, spittle? A man in armor. Bleak skies above a jungle world. A building, a church? The world churned beneath him and he felt himself heave. Black walls, a throne, men falling to their knees in agony. Tears on a woman's face as she took her own life against her will.
Shuddering gasps of terror, sobs of wretchedness, an ocean. What beauty was there in nature? Destruction was the only beauty. But what is the cycle of life but death and rebirth? Destroying without creating is a fool's errand. Only because the end is nothingness. A child's face, smiling up at her father. Who was she? A thunderous wail of a thousand voices. "Rise my friend." "Sleep forever, demon!" "Suffer as we suffered!" "Die! Die a thousand deaths!" "Take back what was yours!" "Just give up!" A cacophony of sound, voices, so many voices, so many minds, swirling endlessly in an ethereal madness that threatened once again to consume him. Again? How many times had he fallen? How many times had he drowned in this madness?
"I forgive you." Another voice.
"Stand up." On what? He had no legs to speak of.
"Of course you do, you have two." He looked down at his feet, he could see them. Legs. Narrow, ending in feet with five toes each. Fascinating. He wiggled his toes experimentally. There was a strange substance beneath his feet, it was warm and soft and grated between his toes.
"That is sand, Wake." The voice instructed, he blinked, sand, a curious thing it was. What happened to the other voices? What is Wake?
"You are Wake, and I am the only voice you need hear for now. It is the least I could do after I failed you so," the voice said, she sounded so very sad. Wake trembled, looking at his hands.
"What happened to you?" He asked aloud, experimenting with his own voice. It sounded so strange, light, and humorous despite how pained he felt.
"You will remember, eventually. I hope that you can forgive yourself for it when you do," Said the voice, he felt his heart sink. Had he killed this person? Why was she helping him? What had he done? What madness had possessed him for so long that he could not remember anything?
"The corruption poisoned your mind until nothing was left, your body would not die, but your mind was on the verge. There was a glimmer of hope for you in that moment, I took it, for your sake, Wake. Please do not waste it," Wake shuddered and fell to his knees, grief taking him. He sobbed into the sand until it stuck to his face like mud. He did not understand why he was crying, why his body hurt so badly, it felt like he was falling to pieces and coming back together in and endless cycle. It was agony.
"Don't go! Don't leave me here!" He sobbed, curling up on the ground. Matted brown hair sticking to his face and naked shoulders. She did not call out to him again. He did not know if she hadn't the strength to do so, or if she simply had done what she needed to do. Pity. Why did pity burden his heart so much?
The world went dark, and he was left at the mercy of the sandy world around him.
Shuddering gasps of terror, sobs of wretchedness, an ocean. What beauty was there in nature? Destruction was the only beauty. But what is the cycle of life but death and rebirth? Destroying without creating is a fool's errand. Only because the end is nothingness. A child's face, smiling up at her father. Who was she? A thunderous wail of a thousand voices. "Rise my friend." "Sleep forever, demon!" "Suffer as we suffered!" "Die! Die a thousand deaths!" "Take back what was yours!" "Just give up!" A cacophony of sound, voices, so many voices, so many minds, swirling endlessly in an ethereal madness that threatened once again to consume him. Again? How many times had he fallen? How many times had he drowned in this madness?
"I forgive you." Another voice.
"Stand up." On what? He had no legs to speak of.
"Of course you do, you have two." He looked down at his feet, he could see them. Legs. Narrow, ending in feet with five toes each. Fascinating. He wiggled his toes experimentally. There was a strange substance beneath his feet, it was warm and soft and grated between his toes.
"That is sand, Wake." The voice instructed, he blinked, sand, a curious thing it was. What happened to the other voices? What is Wake?
"You are Wake, and I am the only voice you need hear for now. It is the least I could do after I failed you so," the voice said, she sounded so very sad. Wake trembled, looking at his hands.
"What happened to you?" He asked aloud, experimenting with his own voice. It sounded so strange, light, and humorous despite how pained he felt.
"You will remember, eventually. I hope that you can forgive yourself for it when you do," Said the voice, he felt his heart sink. Had he killed this person? Why was she helping him? What had he done? What madness had possessed him for so long that he could not remember anything?
"The corruption poisoned your mind until nothing was left, your body would not die, but your mind was on the verge. There was a glimmer of hope for you in that moment, I took it, for your sake, Wake. Please do not waste it," Wake shuddered and fell to his knees, grief taking him. He sobbed into the sand until it stuck to his face like mud. He did not understand why he was crying, why his body hurt so badly, it felt like he was falling to pieces and coming back together in and endless cycle. It was agony.
"Don't go! Don't leave me here!" He sobbed, curling up on the ground. Matted brown hair sticking to his face and naked shoulders. She did not call out to him again. He did not know if she hadn't the strength to do so, or if she simply had done what she needed to do. Pity. Why did pity burden his heart so much?
The world went dark, and he was left at the mercy of the sandy world around him.