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 Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 4:17 pm
The morning light has just begun to shine through the clouds, illuminating the world with its soft glow. The sky above the ocean is a tapestry of colors, pink fading into purple, red, and blue. The light is growing brighter as you fall through the clouds. The ocean below is growing larger, but this is a dream, and you know there’s no danger.
The dream is more vivid and real than any you have experienced. Will you remember it when you wake? Have you had this dream before? You can feel the air as you fall. When you reach the ocean you can feel the water against your skin, but your clothes aren’t wet, and you can still breath. The ocean floor meets your feet. It’s a dark area. The light of the sun is shining from the top of the water, but doesn’t quite reach all the way down here. When you take your first step, the ocean floor erupts into doves, centered on where your foot fell, and rippling out. They obscure all sight. When they clear, you see before you three paths.
The first is to the left. It’s dark, but you can see a winding path leading down. There aren’t any rails or lights to guide your decent, just a path leading down into the darkness of the unknown.
The second is straight ahead. The path doesn’t go down or up. It isn’t as dark, but the visibility isn’t good enough to see where it leads.
The last is to the right. It’s a well-lit path, curving up, mirroring the path on the opposite side, leading down. It winds around and leads to what looks like a platform above.
What path will you choose?
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 6:54 am
Ahria had been having a rough week... Ok... She had been having a horrible week.
To start with, her classes started Monday, and she hadn't gotten her textbooks yet. Then, the store she was working at closed for renovations, so she was punted to a new location. Add, to that she had been getting ready to move at the end of the week, only to find out she was moving things out a day sooner than expected. So with all said and done, she was exhausted by the time she went to sleep that night.
Considering what she had gone through, a dream was not expected, and not welcome. However, dream she did, and she was surprised by how this dream played out. Instead of the stress and pressure she would have expected, she got a sense of peace and calm. The sensation was a welcome relief and she clung to it tightly.
The scenery, once noticed, shocked her into focus. She immediately recognized it as something from a series she was in love with. However, she couldn't understand why she was experiencing the same thing that Sora and Roxas had gone through.
As she struck the water, Ahria was amazed that everything felt just as she had imagined. The sense of calm... the water slowing her down and easing across her form.
Everything felt so surreal... So magical... But at the same time, it felt familiar, like a forgotten memory. She even felt that odd shift of force as she righted herself just in time for landing.
Stepping forward, she was caught off guard by the suddenness of the flash of light and the glow of the floor beneath her. She spent a minute just admiring the magic of the place. Then she saw three paths leading in different directions spread out before her.
Gazing down each path, Ahria considered her options. Looking down the path to the left, the darkness gave off a primal sense of power and sensuality. Looking up to the right, the platform seemed far more peaceful and welcoming. However, as she stared straight ahead, she found herself almost pulled forward down the middle road.
Something inside her felt empty, and she felt... No, she knew that the middle road held the key to finding whatever it was she needed.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 4:48 pm
Song Yi Kim : Dive to the Heart "dream" : Station of Awakening???
Song found herself in a mentally strange place, somewhere between lucid dreaming and fuzzy dreaming where she could very clearly recognize the quotes her mind was spouting but could not stop it, . Song closed her eyes… or they were already closed but she acted as if she was closing them. Basically, she decided to just, much like when she had been awoken earlier than needed.
However, in a situation that she ironically recognized as one she put her roleplay character through many a time, she found her intended actions interrupted, quite rudely at that since she really wouldn't have minded falling into a… er… deeper sleep? The morning sun shed light across the sky, preventing Song from closing her eyes. Come to think about it, she was pretty sure her eyes had already been closed. After all, she did just have that whole confusing moment about how she could close her eyes when they were already closed. Except, if they were still closed, and they should have been since Song didn't remember opening them, she shouldn't have had to shield her eyes from a dazzling sunrise. It was a beautiful scene she was falling through, the sky lit up in a gentle array of pinks, oranges, yellows, and blues. Then there was the ocean below that sparkled like a starry night sky.
Her mind snapped to attention,
It took a little bit to process everything even with the snap.
she realized.
Song got a face full of clouds, which was the only reason why she wasn't screaming ocean. Okay, perhaps the forced serenity the dream placed her body in was also a reason. Alright, that was probably the reason since water vapor wasn't really all that thick enough to stop a scream.
Of course, that didn't stop her mental freaking out,
She was panicking, but her body did not move. It was not rigid but relaxed, yet it would also not leave that relaxed position. Nothing made sense, yet somehow, through the panic, Song realized that a part of herself knew that she was in no harm. That part of her was soothed by the scenery, enjoying it. Too bad the rest of her wasn't. That little part of her wasn't changing the scaredy-cat. She was over-worried, as always, and her vivid imagination flashed in her mind all the worst possible outcomes. What would it feel like to have all of her bones broken? Horrible. To drown? She didn't even want to imagine the sensation of helplessly running out of air until her chest felt like it would cave in and then finally succumbing to swallowing water into her own lungs. What would dying be like? No. No. No. NO. That was the worst one. For all Song knew, there was nothing after death. It was just emptiness with no thought or anything. To no longer exist. To be nothing and cease to have any more thoughts about the world for all eternity. Just imagining that sensation terrified Song to no end and now she was depressing herself.
Her body hit the water and it enveloped her like a warm hug. Breaking the surface at what must have been terminal velocity did not snap Song's neck. Song didn't feel like she was smashing into concrete, which she remembered being told hitting water from a high enough height felt like. The salt water did not burn her eyes. She felt no need to swim. Although, she did desire it. Her body still refused to move, though. She didn't even feel so much as a splash. All that changed was that she could feel a soft cushion of water around her as she dove deeper, the resistance gently slowing her, caressing her like she was a delicate newborn. She was being protected, not destroyed.
The embrace was met with mixed reactions. The part of Song that knew there would be no harm started to take to the front of her thoughts in an "I told you so" manner. Most of her mind, however, was still occupied by whether or not she was drowning. Even after it had verified that, no, she would not drown and that it was silly to think she would since this was still a dream… or supposed to be, more fears plagued Song. She was still descending, diving through the water, and she still could not move her body. Where was she heading? What was this? Was this still a dream? Was this really a dream? Did someone drug her? Did aliens kidnap her? Did she enter some fantasy world and could her luck possibly be so bad that she was going to be killed within seconds? There were still so, so many ways to die. Song didn't even realize that her clothes weren't wet.
Finally, her body moved, but not the way Song wanted it to. It slowly rotated so that her back was parallel to the approach ocean floor and then kept on rotating so that she would land feet-first like a certain video game character that also happened to have gone through this situation in a cut scene. Then the spell broke, and Song found control of her body returned to herself. She was frozen stiff for a good minute as thoughts raced through her mind. She finally noticed that she was not wet, and a look up revealed that even though the light didn't reach the floor of the ocean, she could still see it streaming down.
She stood there, mind blank, for who knows how long. The light entranced her eyes. Then Song felt an itch on her neck, and she broke her reverie to scratch at it along with a few other itchy spots that had popped up, like on her face and collarbone. [ 1024 words / 1000 words ]
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 11:38 pm
[[Feather-Dive to the Heart ‘Dream’]] Well before the dive, there has to be one thing said about the weird a** dreams Feather has. The girl was sitting on a bench somewhere in the middle of what seems to be an academy setting and everything looks pretty normal, except for one thing. You know something is up when the professor is a large blue smurf who you can win games with by just rolling your face on the keyboard. Right in front of her, there seems to be a confession scene from any typical slice of life school anime, disgusting. “Lux, I have to confess, I been in love with you since I first laid eyes on you.” A white haired delinquent looking guy spoke towards a girl with golden hair in a school uniform. Feather almost got excited before the next line totally ruined her hopes of having an interesting dream. “I’m sorry Vlad, I’m already dating Ezreal.” The girl responded with the most shojo flower effect behind her. Ugh, canon ships. ‘Come on, we could have gotten something even more interesting than that! Like a surprise twist, Lux dating Quinn or something!’ Feather thought to herself before wondering what kind of fanfiction was she reading before getting this kind of messed up dream. Yes, even when she dreams, it’s League of Legends. She really needs to stop playing that game before going to sleep. Though it was funny as ******** and she will write down these ships when she wakes up. “Where’s my TF and Shen interaction flag, or give me a little Bard Noc love please.” Feather muttered to herself as she gleefully cackles in her own crazy delusions, fingers doing the movement you would know from the evil villain in movies. However, before getting to see any more of this crack fanfiction of a dream, Feather swore she saw Garen and Darius duking it out on the basketball court before she suddenly had an extremely bright light of the morning shine into her face. No! She was just getting to the good part of the dream as the air gently whished past her face. Who let the window open? Feather looked around to see the area around her switching colours from blues to pinks blending into the purples and reds that vibrantly flicker through what seems to be rave party clouds. What in the Fizz j**z is going on here? A dream in a dream. Feather knew this already, triggered by the fact she felt lighter than usual and also the fact she was accelerating down to wherever going not at the rate of free fall velocity. No, it wasn’t the fact she was falling that cued that it was still a dream, it was the fact that she wasn’t falling according to the laws of reality. Yeah, she does physics in her dream, what about it? Though you know what is better? Doing chemistry while you sleep, though the exploding sleep dreams became normal after the xth time it happened. Dear lord at least it’s not biology, that’s just disgusting as hell. Screw bio, unless it’s biochem but that’s still nope territory for the suppose thought reorganization of sleep. ‘Am I on an acid trip? No I don’t do drugs, or would I know what an acid trip looks like but apparently from the descriptions this could be similar. I heard enough stories to get some sort of vague idea.’ First the really weird fanfiction dream, now inception. Eh, it’s not that bad, could be weirder. ‘Huh seems pretty nice, better than the dreams where I find people dead or murdering people. Though I do enjoy the murder dreams a lot more than I should for a normal person. Man I need help.’ The thought made Feather cross her arms behind her head and legs like a classy mofo and descended down at the not 9.8 meters over seconds squared. The weird part about the falling, more like descending, is that her hair doesn’t react to the air pressing up against her face. Man that feels so real, it’s uncanny. Well in all her dreams, her hair is a magical source of gravity defiance. When she had longer hair, there was always a run on joke with her buddies back in high school that her bangs are static always though her ponytail would actually react to gravity properly. Well that was an odd tangent, thinking about it. This seems really familiar though, what kind of game or anime did she see this from? There was a lot of magical girl animes that she was watching recently, in the hopes bad things will happen to them. Oh god, maybe she is a magical girl? Wouldn’t pass the idea, it happened before. Well, if she was dreaming this, better enjoy it before waking to the rude noises of construction. The relaxing swing music that was somehow playing, maybe it was in her mind, dreaming after all, was reaching a crescendo as Feather finally took a look down to where she was going to drop. The first thought of panic finally clicked onto the girl’s mind, was that the ocean? Oh dear lord, she knew exactly what she was dreaming of. “Am I in Mermaid Melody? s**t that anime was bad, though I just had to cackle about the magical boob growth of those girls when they transform. I guess it became a guilty pleasure anime because the Jpop was too stronk man. Maybe I will turn into a magical mermaid wooo-“Feather talked to herself as she plunged deep into the watery abyss. The water went into her mouth but didn’t drown her, welp the idea of being a mermaid makes the most sense right now. “Oh look at me, I’m a ******** mermaid, where’s my tail?” Feather glanced at her legs, no mermaid tail. “I guess no finny fun for anyone this time around. Under the sea, where the fish become sashimi, delicious they can be, under the sea.” Feather sung really badly to the Disney song ‘Under the Sea’, because she hates water, oceans, and everything they stand for. Where’s Nami when you need her?” Even in her dreams, Feather quotes League of Legends forever. {1044/1000 words}
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 1:57 am
Song Yi Kim : Dive to the Heart "dream" : Station of Awakening???
<'A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory. A far-off memory that's like a scattered dream,'> the KH quote rang through Song mind again, <'I wanna line the pieces up—yours and mine.'> With its help, she recognized this scene. It was weird seeing it from a first person point of view, and it wasn't a scene that she got to explore in gameplay, but this was definitely it, Her mind searched for the song that was associated with the cut scene this place was shown in, but instead of that song, Song found herself humming part of Inner Universe by Origa and then part of the opening song for Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles,
Giving up the endeavor for the moment, Song's mind returned to the more serious problem. The problem of, Despite the denial, Song found some solace in the idea that this was the world of Kingdom Hearts. Sure, she had been worried about the potential of a fantasy world before, but now that she had determined this wasn't a dangerous location, it didn't seem so horrifying anymore. Her comfort at the thought stemmed from a vicarious familiarity with the situation. She had roleplayed as herself in a similar situation. Although, it was the digital world rather than the Kingdom Hearts world. Still, at least she was more familiar with Kingdom Hearts by virtue of roleplaying it. she mused, Wait, that wasn't Song's point. The point Song was thinking about first was that HA was a roleplay where people rped as themselves sucked into the fictional universe of KH and how that was a lot like this. Plus, both Earnest Wind, the Digimon roleplay, and HA were in the same guild.
Noticing that she'd been distracting herself, Song tried to slap some focus into herself by giving both cheeks a good smack. she remembered with both hands holding her now stinging cheeks, Song's eyes narrowed and on impulse, she screamed, "BANSHEE?! BOBBI? BOBBI WITH AN 'E'?!" Yes, she was even stooping so low as to go fishing for an angry reaction. After two names, though, she realized that what she was doing was kind of useless and she had no reason to do it. She stopped. What kind of suspicion was it to think that maybe people from a certain guild were all gathered in one world like the roleplays? Song thought to herself, noticing kind of distractedly that what she said sounded a lot like a Lulu quote, Song gave both cheeks another good slap. She still did not wake up.
Screaming in a dark, open setting like what she had been doing a moment ago reminded Song of a nightmare she had as a small child, the memory of which she had always kept in her mind. She was in someplace dark with no light at all and no one around, running to and fro in the darkness while screaming the names of her loved ones. Instinctively, Song's eyes moved up to the surface of the ocean far above, trying to find solace in the distant light, trying to tell herself that this wasn't that dream because, "'Alone,'" Song began to mutter a quote that she was pretty sure was written by Stephen King, "'Is the…' something something about worst thing to man. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it or something." She had really liked the quote, but her memory had just failed her horribly.
Still, even now after minutes had passed, Song had not taken a single step. She remained completely dry on the ocean floor, and she was surprisingly comfortable in her current position. She was in a comfortable standing posture, her legs shoulder width apart, that she felt like she could hold for ages. On top of that, standing barely took any energy. Song felt like she was floating. No, not right, she was firmly rooted to the ground, but her body felt buoyant even if it didn't feel buoyant. The force of gravity pushing down on her felt nonexistent. It was like the ocean supported her even if she couldn't swim in it. Again, the sensation of the depths protecting her and assisting her.
She was comfortable standing, but that was no reason for Song to have not moved a single step in any direction yet. It especially wasn't a reason considering that Song had a habit of moving as she thinking, walking and sometimes even dashing for short periods of time to help jostle her mind. By this point, she should have been walking in circles. In fact, rping as herself in these circumstances would have solicited several breaks where she meandered around her room and the surrounding rooms to ponder on what to write. She wasn't consciously thinking about it too much, but the reality was that she refused to take a step because a part of her accepted, no. A part of her knew that this was reality, and none of her other parts could raise a valid argument against the claim. She refused to progress on, and when she wasn't thinking or mumbling something random, she was looking at everything she could possibly look at. [1073 words / 1000 words ]
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 1:05 pm
((Italicized tiny text stuff is lyrics. Ignore it if you want. They're not really important. Only on a microscopic level. Nyuk nyuk nyuk.)) [ Luke : Dive Into The Heart? : Sky ---> Station? ] ((Cue: Forest)) 'Just fade away. Just fade away. Just fade away. Stupid, useless boy. Just stop existing. Just stop thinking. Everything would be so much better if you were gone. Ignore everything. Disappear.' The last strangled thoughts of his period of drifting into sleep reached him as he felt himself falling. He did his best to drown out the latest weapons he had constructed against himself by singing in his mind. I don't know why I
feed on emotion.
There's a stomach inside my brain.
I don't want to be heard,
I want to be listened to.
Does it bother anyone else that someone else has your name? Finally comfortable in his own realm, he opened his eyes to see himself falling headfirst toward the ocean, with clouds between it and himself. The sunrise painted the sky in some of his favorite colors. I scream, you scream,
we all scream 'cause we're terrified...
of what's around the corner.
We stay in place 'cause we don't
want to lose our lives.
So let's think of something better. 'I've had this dream a thousand times before. The falling dream. Had the flying dream probably as many times. I hope this lasts a while.' As he fell through the gorgeous clouds, a smile came to his face and he held out his arms on each side, as if to give the large body of water vapor a hug. Down in the forest, we'll sing a chorus,
one that everybody knows.
Hands held higher, we'll be on fire,
singing songs that nobody wrote. He quickly realized that, unlike his usual sky dreams, he wasn't wet in the slightest when he passed through the clouds. 'Drag,' he thought to himself as his descent continued. He was getting closer and closer to the ocean, and knew this dream was almost over. 'I guess it's time for me to wake up already.' But instead of reaching the end of a dream, he found himself plummeting into the water. As with the clouds, he strangely wasn't wet from contact with the water, which puzzled him. Was this really a dream, or was he having some kind of spiritual experience? Now that was ridiculous. Or was it? This dream felt so real, much more than any other dream he had ever had, which was scary when he thought about it, recalling his dream history. My brain has given up.
White flags are hoisted.
I took some food for thought;
it might be poison.
The stomach in my brain
throws up onto the page.
Does it bother anyone else that someone else has your name? Soon he was slowly flipping over and landing on his feet on what he supposed was the ocean floor. Everything was so dark down there, though he could still see the sunlight breaking through the water's surface high above. Deciding to check out what his subconscious mind had in store for him - if this was really a dream, which he wasn't too sure about anymore - he took his first step in the darkness, and the single footfall caused what looked like hundreds of doves to take off from the ground and scatter in the water (Air? Water? He couldn't tell anymore.) before flying away, out of sight. He let out a yelp, the first time he had used his voice so far in the dream, and he was surprised by the surprise he could hear in his own shout as it filled the vast blankness. I scream, you scream,
we all scream 'cause we're terrified...
of what's around the corner.
We stay in place 'cause we don't
want to lose our lives.
So let's think of something better!
Down in the forest, we'll sing a chorus,
one that everybody knows.
Hands held higher, we'll be on fire,
singing songs that nobody wrote. 'Kingdom Hearts,' he tried to say, but the thought couldn't pass his throat. 'That's what this is. But... That's impossible. ' He soon rolled his eyes at his own use of one of the words he didn't really believe in. But if he were to file one thing under that word, this situation, whatever it was, would be that one thing. Quickly moving towards a storm. Moving forward, torn
into pieces over reasons of what these storms are for.
I don't understand why everything I adore
takes a different form when I squint my eyes. There were three paths before him, and he couldn't help but laugh at how similar this scenario was to some of his own inner conflict. One of the paths was a stairway descending into a dark and shadowy area. For some reason, the sight of that left-hand path flooded his mind with reminders of things, events, and people that he would have preferred stayed buried. 'Damn, you are so messed up.' 'No, no, no, no... I'm not that person anymore, I'm not that person anymore, I'm not that person anymore...' Have you ever done that, when you squint your eyes,
and your eyelashes make it look a little not right,
and then when just enough light comes from just the right side
and you find you're not who you're supposed to be? He turned his view to the middle path. This was an even road with no stairs in sight. A nice straight path with no change in altitude. It didn't go lower, but then again, it didn't get any higher, either. 'Just like me.' This is not what you're supposed to see, please
remember me. I am supposed to be a king
of a kingdom or swinging on a swing.
Something happened to my imagination.
The situation's becoming dire, my treehouse is on fire,
and for some reason I smell gas on my hands.
This is not what I had planned.
This is not what I had planned. He shook his head, beating away his own negative inner voice with an imaginary stick of sugarcane, and stepped quickly to the right-hand-side path, one consisting of an ascending staircase leading up to a clear and reachable goal. He changed the disc in his mind's jukebox as he began to climb the lovely staircase with a heart full of hope. You may be sad. That's not that bad~ _______________________________________________________________________________________________ ((700 words exactly, not counting the lyrics. Counting the lyrics would be unfair I think. I didn't come up with them. XD))
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 12:43 pm
[[Feather-Dive to the Heart ‘Dream’]] “Sinking deeper in the sea of despair all around me, too lazy to wake up and break free. At this rate I'll fade away at the bottom of the sea. Will there ever be someone who will go searching for me?” Feather sang as the descent finally stopped at whatever she was stopping on, a platform of sorts. What a minute… This platform, this dream, why does it all seem so familiar? Feather glanced around to make sure she is taking all the information required to solve this weird mystery that presented itself. Falling from the clouds, okay there has to be multiple games or anime that has that so it isn’t really something she can link it too. The ocean must be the biggest clue and this station…oh god it couldn’t be. Making sure not to move right now so she doesn’t trigger a flag or cut scene, how do cut scenes work in a dream whatever but her confirmation comes from the three paths appearing before her. Nope, not going to go there. Kingdom Hearts, it is bloody Kingdom Hearts of all the dumb things that it could have been. Dang, this isn’t good. Feather scratched her head at the reasoning behind all this, it’s just too strange and that’s coming from her out of everyone. “So I’m in the Dive? Well that blows massive Wukong balls…ew bad images, back it up, back it up!” She erased that thought quickly before analyzing the problem currently presented. Three paths, none she would want to go on. “Well screw you system, I’m going to leap off this dumb thing!” Feather flipped the bird multiple times to the paths before attempting to run the opposite direction, straight into an invisible wall. “UGHHH! THE INVISIBLE WALL!” She screamed as she punched the invisible wall, not that it hurt, but the action helped her constant aggression that always builds up in situations like this. If she punches things, breaks something, flip things over, it makes her feel better. The second best choice is go by random, so Feather covered her eyes and started spinning around till she was dizzy and walked toward a direction hoping she randomly gets somewhere. Five out of five times, she hit the invisible wall, causing her to get worked up again and kick the invisible wall a few times. “It’s seriously going to make me think, I hate having to decide. The opportunity cost of this is too large, better make a mind chart…in my mind I guess.” With that finally decided, Feather sat down and stared down the three paths, seeping hatred. The first path seems to be the path of darkness with all its dark bullshit and Nocturne Paranoia. As much as Feather enjoys the dark, she is quite comfortable in a dark room, that isn’t what this darkness is. This darkness seems to fester itself into your heart and make you do questionable life choices, something she does on a normal basis already so it’s not going to be an improvement. It was a very tempting choice, because she always feels like she didn’t want to carter to society and everyone else. She could just make everyone stop, gone, disappear. However, that was long ago, before she met someone who changed her life around so she didn’t feel like something that came from the sewers. Also it really helps if she doesn’t touch that in case Xehanort wants her body ugh. Mr. No Heart X, the big man who wants people’s bodies, yeah no darkness for her. Besides, she doesn’t want the stink aura of minty black current that comes with using darkness and yellow eyes just doesn’t fit her look. It’s just not fashionable and none of her clothes would match bright yellow eyes. The third path is so bright Feather swore she could almost hear a chorus of Angels or Kayle attempting to bring her into the fray. No. Just no. Light is not a choice either, it’s just like telling you to accept yourself and bring yourself into the all pureness and gooey goodness of the world. She hates that, it was so disgusting to her. No one can be pretty much a pure cupcake who sparkles and everyone loves them and all that jazz. No, that isn’t her, nor can she ever get there. As much as Feather wants to be a good person at heart, it’s not going to sink in at all. She already accepted her faults and you know what, she revels and loves her bitterness and hatred for life. If she picks Light, she feels like some moral compass isn’t going to allow her to strangle people that deserve it. It also feels like the option where you can’t kill anyone in games so you can have the “Hero” route or something. The Light choice shouldn’t be a thing, Feather decided, so she quickly stops staring into the light and possibly blinding herself further. God, the only path left is Twilight. Ew, gross, the path of both and not both. The neutral option always pisses Feather off for one reason, it’s pretty much being like I can’t pick so I don’t. Why can’t there be more options? Neutral is nice and all, herself being Chaotic Neutral, but it just seems like a giant cop out. There really is nothing to say about the nothing option seriously. Feather literally crawled toward one of the paths, reluctant as someone being told they need to run through a meat grinder. On her stomach, she carefully inched toward the path of Twilight, hissing swears and curses at it and making sure it wasn’t booby trapped or anything. Each second seemed like a pain, finally reaching to the edge of the path, not on it, not in it. “You know, I do main Morgana…” She muttered to herself quickly glancing over at the Darkness path, before shaking her head, standing up and manning it up. The middle path, the path of Twilight, is the one Feather choses. {1010/1000 Words}
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 5:03 pm
[ Kyle : The Dive ]Falling, huh? Never had a falling dream before.
The sunlight was brilliant in his eyes, but he was not blinded. There were no rays here, for he was above the clouds, descending through the upper atmosphere before he crossed into the troposphere. The air was cool on his skin, but the light gave him warmth. His breathing, he wondered, should be labored, but here there was no such threat—only being, only sensation, only the fall. Only clarity. Only radiance.
Here, there was so much more than ever before.
His dreams were never so extravagant, nor were they ever so real. Dreams of battles and races and meetings and loves—they were all understood, but his was a mind lacking in visualization. Faces were vague blurs; voices were sub-audible noise; sensations were perceived, but never known. He knew who the faces were, he knew what the voices said and sounded like, and knew what his mind was telling him. But when the dream was over, the truth was known, and he could no more remember details than he could fly.
Most peculiar, honestly, was the point of view. That is, it was first person. Kyle's dreams were never in first person. Hell, his memories were rarely in first person. He never really understood that, save for perhaps a latent sense of dissociation, but it had never really been concerning enough to seek advice. In the living world, he wasn't dissociated—just in his mind, in his thoughts, his concepts. So to be in a dream, in first person, was more than mildly jarring. He knew it was a dream, and yet, by the very nature of experiencing it in the first person, he became—if only briefly—concerned that it was real. No, it was certainly a dream, but he could not shake the feeling that perhaps, perhaps it was more.
He rarely, if ever, experienced a lucid dream. Certainly nothing of this caliber. But there were times that he would become aware of the dream. It was not a true awareness, but it was a subconscious understanding—he understood, but he did not know. Typically, this occurred when the dream was beginning to upset him. Either the nonsensical became more frustrating, or the events became more depressing, but regardless, the outcome was the same: he felt something well up inside him, ready to burst, and he insisted upon the world that he would have no more of its bullshit. In that moment, he ripped himself from the dream, waking up completely.
Entering the cloud layer, the vapor mist cooling him as he watched light refract into colored rays, his mind wandered back into a dream he'd forgotten—a nightmare, sort of. Empty, dead forests, covered in snow; an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere; broken pods and dead bodies, spliced beings and genetic monstrosities. It had been a fight to survive, and it had been the most vivid dream he'd ever had in his life. It had been terrifying to experience, but upon waking, he'd never been more inspired. And yet, here he was, years later, having completely forgotten about it.
Typical! Just typical.
He glanced downward as he fell, looking into the endless expanse of blue. An ocean? Soft landing, at least. Well, not realistically, at terminal velocity it would be like hitting a concrete wall, but he was in a dream that—he knew, but not necessarily understood—was not working on the general principle of momentum physics and aerodynamics. The sense of familiarity struck him, and he felt silly for not catching it sooner.
A Kingdom Hearts dream, eh? Haven't had one of those in awhile.
He wondered whether or not to tell Joe and Noelle about this when he woke up, but decided against it. Joe would textually shrug. Noelle would ruffle his hair, or say that she would anyway.
Hitting the ocean was, as he expected, not fatal—that was a good thing, he figured. And as he descended ever lower, he mused about the feeling, or lack thereof, of being surrounded by miles and miles of ocean. He'd probably—well, no, he would definitely be freaking out right now if this were anything close to real. Not due to the lack of wetness, though that'd be peculiar, but because endless miles of dark unknowable ocean. There were all sorts of things down there—here?—that could eat him and he'd be helpless.
He wondered, briefly, if he should try forcing himself awake. He was conscious enough, lucid enough. But as he passed deeper into the endlessness, feeling the warm embrace of false water around him, seeing the light broken down and focused into wavering sunbeams, he decided against it. He did not feel as though his life were at risk; there was no clinging sensation of terror or suspense, no chest-constricting dread spiking his heart rate. The atmosphere, the essence of the dream was nothing like his nightmares, which he had very rarely, thank the powers that be very, very much. In those trappings, he never knew it was a dream—and he could never escape until its finality. Then he'd sleep with the lights on and the TV, at low volume, muttering in the background.
But, you know... dream. Hence no drowning.
He felt himself beginning to flip, his body facing no resistance (neither from the ocean nor from him) as he found himself becoming upright. If up or down really had any meaning in a dream. His feet did not sink into the sand, but he had not expected it to; he knew that if dream followed gameplay, he would be met not with ocean floor, but with mosaic platform, surrounded not by water, but by abyss.
He pondered the symbolism of falling and oceans, but decided against a genuine analysis. He'd have time when he woke up.
He waited for the doves—there would, of course, be doves—to fly out from underneath him, revealing the brilliantly colored station, but they didn't appear. He blinked, confused, and took a step—
Ah, so there they were.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 9:48 pm
Luna - Dive to the Heart Dream - Station of Awakening?
Falling, a familiar sensation though not one she'd ever encountered in a dream, and not one she wished to think about any further. This was a dream right? You never do remember falling asleep, just the wait beforehand, at least she was pretty sure that's how it worked. She recalled going to bed following a six or seven hour binge of Metal Gear earlier that night, and having convinced herself it was a dream, Luna popped her eyes open to observe the scene before her.
Definitely falling.
High up and swiftly descending down towards the ocean below at terminal velocity, quickly passing through the cloud layer to reveal the beautiful morning colors of orange, pink and, blue lighting up the approaching sunrise in the distance. 'Vivid and weird, I've never had a falling dream before.' Dry and logical came the thought, not an ounce of panic or anything of the sort disturbing her thought process. 'Wait thought? I can think in a dream? This clearly?' Lucid dreaming was never something she had encountered before, dreaming and remembering itself was a rather rare occurrence for Luna, and now here she was falling through the sky thinking clearly as she would while awake.
Luna had never had a falling dream before, but still knew that as soon as she hit the surface of something, she'd wake up, just like the stories she'd heard of others experiencing them in the past. Even though she was in a dream, she would still attempt to shield herself reflexively from the fall, soon finding that her body refused to move as she commanded, remaining still right up to the last moment.
Except, you know, she didn't wake up.
Luna hit the water at terminal velocity after a long fall, headfirst, and by all accounts should have died in the dream and woke up, but there she was sinking into the water as if someone had given her some concrete headgear, yet still perfectly fine. Even in the water, her dream body continued to breathe without an issue and wasn't wet in the slightest. 'Breathing underwater, surviving impossible falls without taking any damage, and not getting when submerged in water. I'm no expert, but aren't dreams supposed to follow some sort of real world constraints?' She'd shrug at that if her body would allow her to move, but it did not, continuing to sink ever deeper with Luna noticing that she was slowing down very quickly and likely approaching the bottom.
Eventually her body began to flip into an upright position without her input, facing zero resistance from the water around her in a most curious way, as if it didn't even exist; which technically it didn't, being in a dream and all. And then it hit her, she knew what this was.
'A Kingdom Hearts Dream.'
She thought it odd that she'd dream about Kingdom Hearts out of the blue like this. She hadn't played any of the games recently and hadn't even been thinking about the series in the slightest, expecting a Metal Gear dream if anything; yet here she was in the Dive to the Heart, ready to experience her tutorial on how to play the game she already knew how to play as soon as she landed on the ground below.
'I hate tutorials. You better not give me a tutorial mysterious voice that will inevitably pop up in my head!'
The landing itself was as floaty and strange as she thought it would be, regaining her ability to move just as the protagonists in the KH series before her immediately upon landing. The first thing Luna decided to do was to look down at herself for anything unusual, noting her strange mixture of modern and old clothing along with the black feathers adorning her leather jacket in particular. Usually her dreams incorporated warlike settings and clothing that would fit that, still the raven feathers did get her to thinking. "Maybe I'll get ravens or crows instead of doves on the platform. It would definitely make a lot more sense. How pure white birds manage to cover the platform in blackness is completely beyond me. Silly dream world."
Hoping for some sense of logic in the dream, Luna took her first investigative step forward, instinctively shielding herself with an arm as doves erupted from the floor below her, much to her annoyance. She watched them fly away and fade off into the distance, letting out a sigh as soon as she could see them no longer. Crossing her arms over her chest, Luna waited for about a minute, expecting the tutorial voice to pop up into her head at any moment whilst she looked on over the scene before her.
Three paths, going from left to right with each obviously representing Darkness, Twilight, and Light; key focuses in the KH series. "A choice then? Well, light's out." She observed, giggling slightly at the unintentional pun. "So Darkness and Twilight then. I'm left-handed, so let's go explore the depths then; easy peasy. And I bet people would agonize over such a silly thing, not like it means anything. Dark can be good, Light can be bad, whatever, I'm still me." With that now settled, Luna went on down the descending mosaic staircase into the darkness below, expressing a sigh of relief when no tutorial indicators popped up in front of her face in the form of subtitles.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 8:04 am
[ Ahria | The Middle Path | Station of Awakening ]
The path lights up with a soft glow as you move along it. On either side of the path is a drop into the blackness. You can see a small distance, but you can't see the bottom. A circular platform comes into view, and you become aware at the same time that the path is disappearing behind you as you walk. This platform is also slightly lit up, and holds a mosaic-like image of you. It looks like it's made out of stained glass. In the image, your eyes are closed.
When you walk into the middle of the station, three weapons appear around you. A sword, a shield, and a rod. They hover in the air.
Choose one. Discard one.
[ Luke | The Light Path | Station of Awakening ]
The path curves up slightly, and leads to a platform in the distance. This path is well-lit, but on either side it drops off into darkness. You can see a good distance down, due to the amount of light coming from both the path and the platform up ahead, but the light only shows so much, and the bottom is obscured by darkness. You can also see the sides of the platform you're approaching, an attractive mosaic-like pattern that is also lit up. At some point while making your ascent, you'll notice that the path is disappearing behind you. It keeps pace with your movement, and you know it won't disappear from under you while you walk.
The platform is well lit, and holds a mosaic-like image of you. It looks like it's made out of stained glass. In the image, your eyes are closed.
When you walk into the middle of the station, three weapons appear around you. A sword, a shield, and a rod. They hover in the air.
Choose one. Discard one.
[ Feather | The Middle Path | Station of Awakening ]
The invisible wall does not budge, relentless in its invisible barrier-ness.
The path lights up with a soft glow as you move along it. On either side of the path is a drop into the blackness. You can see a small distance, but you can't see the bottom. A circular platform comes into view, and you become aware at the same time that the path is disappearing behind you as you walk. This platform is also slightly lit up, and holds a mosaic-like image of you. It looks like it's made out of stained glass. In the image, your eyes are closed.
When you walk into the middle of the station, three weapons appear around you. A sword, a shield, and a rod. They hover in the air.
Choose one. Discard one.
[ Luna | The Dark Path | Station of Awakening ]
The path has almost no visibility at first. As you descend and your eyes become accustomed to the darkness, you'll notice that this path is lit as well. A soft purple glow is coming from the path. The sides drop off into blackness, but you can hardly tell.
A platform suddenly comes into view. The path behind you has disappeared. This platform is also faintly lit, and holds a mosaic-like image of you with your eyes closed. It looks like it's made out of stained glass. When you walk to the middle, three weapons appear around you. A sword, a shield, and a rod. They hover in the air.
Choose one. Discard one.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 10:14 am
[ Kyle : The Dive ]Admittedly, ocean floor was not what he expected.
His gaze was initially cast upward, watching the doves scatter and fly away, so he didn't notice the platform beneath him. Or, rather, lack thereof. Once he finally looked down, though, confusion set in, with a tinge of worry. Sand? It was solid, but sand? That's not how it went. If he was going to have a Kingdom Hearts dream, the least his mind could do is properly recreate the events, not half-a** it. Now he was worried that he was deep in an actual oceanic abyss, rather than some protected metaphysical haven. Were there sharks? ********' hell, have you seen the Megalodon?
His concerns didn't vanish entirely when the pathways lit up with glimmering, multi-colored light, though they were diminished. Okay, so it was at least partially like the games. Three paths, though?
Down, straight, up. Pitch black, average light, brilliantly shining.
He frowned, chewing on his cheek.
Really? A moralistic choice this early? I don't even know what I'm fighting for yet.
The dark path was out immediately, as a matter of course. The path of darkness never ended well—or, if it did, only did so because the person shifted paths later down the line. How many people went down the easy path, insisting that because they knew its temptation, they could resist it? They might have fancied themselves genre savvy or something of the sort, but that's always how it starts, always always. Nothing can change who I am, they might have said. Have you ever met anyone as stubborn as me, they might have asked.
Kyle shook his head, rolling his eyes. That was literally hubris. That literally the main reason they always gave in. Always, always.
The darkness was selfish, and enticed the selfish by its very nature. It was about providing for the self above providing for others. There was always a small start. He briefly thought back to Knights of the Old Republic, when you had one of your first moral decisions—if, and how, to help a bankrupt guy with his debt collectors. One of the options was to scare them off, and then ask for the money the man owed them as payment. No one is ever immediately forced to choose between life and death; the choice only ever comes much later, when they've been fed by selfish desires for so long that they no longer care about others at all. And when you don't care about those around you, why would you do anything to help them at your own expense? It was circular, but it was a spiral fed by one's choices.
Of course, even he could feel a nagging in the back of his head. He, too, was genre savvy. He knew not only that he would be tempted, but that it would start small, that it would seem insignificant until more and more of him was corroded. He could ignore even the most trivial of temptations, he always had. So why shouldn't he prove the world, and himself, wrong?
Because I'm thinking that.
It wasn't his humility urging him to step down the descending path, even as he stood at its threshold. It was his pride. It wasn't his desire to help people pulling at his chest, it was his desire to be right, to be better than those that came before. To look the doubters like himself in the eyes and sneer at their weakness. Don't you see, he'd say, how foolish your concerns were? And yet, once again, this was hubris, the ultimate temptation.
True, Kingdom Hearts was big about a light deep in the darkness. But as he turned toward the higher path, he immediately knew that wasn't the case. Why would that be an option, when the light was right there?
It could be, he hypothesized, the conflict of reversal: a light being in the darkest of places, but darkness hiding in plain sight, as it was wont to do. Kingdom Hearts was certainly not so deeply layered, even with Eraqus' obsession, so Kyle didn't worry. Instead, as he stood at the bottom of the ascending path, he hesitated for entirely different reasons.
Light was, of course, good. If the darkness was selfish, the light was selfless; id versus super-ego, desires of one versus needs of many. As a person of spiritual belief, he admittedly felt convicted to take this higher path. And yet...
He chewed on his lip, arms crossed. He wanted to be a better person—he was always a slut for personal improvement and helping those around him. But he also knew himself. The light was big on limitations. Rules. Self-sacrifice pretty much all the time. And as he knew himself, he knew a few things: first, he disliked restrictions—obligations even moreso—and he would grumble and gripe at every turn; second, he'd already had a decade or more of self-sacrifice, and he was kind of done with doing it haphazardly. He wanted to help people, but he knew he had to look out for himself, too, or else he'd burn out. And the most frustrating thing in the world is being viewed as the go-to helper; he didn't want that sort of obligation or role. He'd lived that long enough, and had been trying to work on his own well-being. He wanted to be himself.
Still... he hesitated at the middle path.
Being luke-warm doesn't exactly help, if I remember the verse.
He cast his gaze forward into the subtle, unnatural lighting.
But this is not a test of faith. And while I may always be convicted to help others, I must also know when to save myself so that I may best save others later on. Moderation in all things...
... This is frustratingly analytic for a dream.
He stepped on the first lit square of the middle path. Still, even as he proceeded, he mentally grumbled about the choice, compared to a certain silver-haired protagonist.
“Weh no I'm taking the road to dawn!” Pah. If all you were worried about was the journey's end, then you should have picked the path to light, you self-pitying ex-con stereotype.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 10:34 am
[ Kyle | The Middle Path | Station of Awakening ]
The path lights up with a soft glow as you move along it. On either side of the path is a drop into the blackness. You can see a small distance, but you can't see the bottom. A circular platform comes into view, and you become aware at the same time that the path is disappearing behind you as you walk. This platform is also slightly lit up, and holds a mosaic-like image of you. It looks like it's made out of stained glass. In the image, your eyes are closed.
When you walk into the middle of the station, three weapons appear around you. A sword, a shield, and a rod. They hover in the air.
Choose one. Discard one.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 11:34 am
[[Feather – Middle Path – Station of Awakening]]
“And if you don’t know how to ward, I’ll present the Darwin award. Kill your team in a one v five; get out alive cause – whoa what the Fizz j**z?” Feather sung to keep her sanity, not because she was going insane. It was to keep her from bouncing off the walls and screaming and crawling back to the beginning type of deal. Nervous of being ganked all the time, Feather just continued to sing until she got into a more comfortable zone which didn’t take very long. She was walking and watching the path behind her disappearing in the comfortable amount of darkness and light at the same time. Minus the disappearing walkway, it was just like the night walks she would do sometimes.
Her singing was cut off by the platform which she walked upon and lo and behold there are more choices. Feather’s brain instantly almost mentally blocked the existence of more hard decisions for now. Feather looked down to what she was standing on, noticed it was similar to the heart stain glass thing and the first thing she thought of doing is run around like a manic exploring the edges. She did laps around the area, in a light jog because it’s like having a large area to play in. The weapons floating went ignored as Feather tumbled around, doing cartwheels and rolls and dancing around to the music in her brain. She was quite enjoying the roaming freedom. Laughter emitted from the girl as she acted like a child playing in a wide open field if she wasn’t allergic to the grass and didn’t really do that in real life. Yes, the no allergy, no asthma, just free running was such a great feeling.
“Well that was fun while it lasted.” Feather muttered to herself as she ended up on her own stain glass face. She was really tempted to jump on her own face a few times, but that would be bad if it triggered something. She sat down beside the face area instead and stared at the floating choices and frowned once more. Now this is hard, there are three choices, two to pick, order matters, the math in her brain gave her six possibilities and results. It’s not like a combination, its choice permutations. Man this needs to be in another mind map again.
The sword, she always grabs the sword when she is playing Sora and then get rid of the magic because she was a man doing manly things. Except she isn’t playing Sora, she is herself. As much as she loves going into face first into everything, swinging a swing like Garen to spin to win, this isn’t the time and place for it. Even in League of Legends, she always goes for characters that can keep distance, peel and escapes or long ranged pokes along with good amounts of self-sustain. Besides, she doesn’t know how many bushes she will be able to surprise jump out of anyways. The sword is physical power, which she doubts in the back of her mind she will be using at all. Besides, sometimes it is better to solve problems not using violence as much as she hates to go that route. It’s a bit saddening, she doesn’t get to have the best friend sword, but she could always go for the needlessly large rod.
The shield, it is important hands down. If she dies in the dream, then it’s game over for her. Defense is really important to keeping alive for as long as possible, and that’s something she isn’t going to give it. For someone who is so easily pushed around, due to her small size and lack of insulation for the cold weather, this is pretty much the jacket she must put on. The shield is going to be a choice she keeps, because from Janna’s wind shield, to Lulu’s dumb pix shield, the doubling back shield of Lux, and tiny W shield of Sona and her favourite Morgana Black shield from the horrible crowd control, shields are useful as hell. That’s a lot of shields, not including Leona’s shield which oh my Solari Locket as well. Too bad it doesn’t look like the Aegis shield; she could have gotten Pantheon passive as well which would be awesome.
The rod, Feather never has been the best magician. Yes she plays mages a lot, because all her friends want to play the warriors and someone needs to be in the backline keeping the tanks from dying. The magical power to keep everyone going, from healing to damaging, it does more than you think. Soraka in her healing glory can be dangerous with all her aggressive powers. Also, Feather mains mages in League anyways, so this should be right up her alley. For someone who is usually quite an oddball, very whimsical and normally all about the fantasy, Feather actually does not want to go for the magic. Kingdom Hearts is very magic based, it would be super useful, but still a small part of her doesn’t want to go into something like that. Chalk it up to gut instincts or something; leave the magic alone for now.
Just like with her first choice, Feather stood up and approached at a snail’s pace, making sure she doesn’t trigger something from picking. Her hand first went to the Shield, grabbing it with her dainty fingers gently and slowly making sure it doesn’t trigger the heartless fight afterwards. This is the right choice, tanks, supports, even the Zhonyas for mid lane mages need a bit of defense from dying too quick. She knew it will disappear after grabbing it, which she waited for before doing the discard action.
She then grabbed the handle of the Sword; yeah she isn’t going to need this any time soon. That’s how the picks unfold, take the Shield, and drop the Sword. There has to be many others picking the sword, so they can be the ones running into the fray. Feather is content sitting back and rolling with what cards she has laid out.
[1024/1000 Words]
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 12:30 pm
[ Luke : Dive Into the Heart? : Stairs ---> Station of Awakening ] You may be sad. You may be nervous.
For maybe more than just one day.
That's not that bad~ As he strolled to his destination, Luke couldn't help but notice that some sections of the path began to disappear. He stopped walking for a moment and stared down into the darkness of oblivion. What would be down there? Although he was usually untrusting of unstable foundations, he felt fine walking on this walkway without any rails and seemingly no base. Curious as always, he took one single step on the path, and the last strip of the path disappeared as he did so. With a toothy grin, he picked up that very same foot and pulled it back, touching down on the previous section, which his other foot was currently on. Nothing happened. He frowned, though he should have expected that walking backwards wouldn't regenerate the path. Shrugging, he carried on with the ascent, soon alighting on the landing, which was a platform in the same basic manner of those he had seen countless times in one of his favorite game series. So sick and tired of waiting
before the trademarks in your cheeks
start inviting me to play between
the hole from where you speak.
Tell us how we get along...
Give it a go~ He stepped forward on the station, a bit freaked out at the sight of himself on the large platform. As he reached the center of it, he jumped in shock just a bit as three items appeared around him. You may be wrong. I wouldn't know.
That it was all a bad idea.
That's how that goes. "This is getting way too close to Kingdom Hearts," he thought aloud. "What's going to happen...?" He was no longer thinking in terms of this experience being a dream. Everything felt much too real. And that scared him to no end, but he had some slight comfort in the appearance of these three weapons. Other than practicing with sugarcane sticks as if they were swords or staves in his younger days, and the few times he had shot a bow or a gun under the supervision of one of his uncles, he had never had any experience with weapons. Choose one. Discard one.'What? Where the hell did that voice come from? Oh boy, I'm gonna have to go on an adventure, huh? I'm gonna die.' He paced around the center of the station for quite a while, observing each choice individually multiple times. So sick and tired of waiting
until the trademarks in your cheeks
stop ignoring me and make
this game of hide and seek complete.
Tell us how we get along.
Give it a go~ ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ((346 words, lyrics excluded))
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 3:28 pm
Song Yi Kim : Dive to the Heart "dream" : Station of Ocean Floor???
Song groaned as her mind repeated the cheesy line, . Signal was the first concrete word that came to Song for the recurring phrase. However, rather than signal, what she really meant was a call, a push, a manifestation of an outside urging that spoke to the deepest parts of her subconscious.
All things inevitably come to an end, and most ends were simply new beginnings. She sighed, allowing herself one last thought, Song closed her eyes. Then changed her mind and opened them. If she was right, then the next scene was a once in a lifetime view that she would not want to miss. Funny how, despite freaking out, she managed to recognize this.
the last part of the quote that Song had forgotten about finally resounded through her mind as she took the first step, <—yours and mine.> She didn't have the time to think of a response to the repeated line this time. The ocean floor erupted into doves, revealing a shocking dull platform beneath Song's feet and blocking off the ocean surface above Song's head. Once the doves were all gone, there wasn't a single sign of anything but darkness having been above Song. "Almost like an illusion being dispelled," Song realized in a mumble to herself.
Seeing the transformation of the Dive with her own eyes suffused Song with a feeling of otherworldly calm. Here, on this platform at least, she was safe. This would be her sheltered beginning, but when Song cast her eyes to the three paths before her, she knew. She knew that she could not trust what lay ahead of her to be safe. There would be challenges and danger, regardless of which path she took. It was a warning, not of intimidation but of care. Song put what she felt into articulate words, a rarity for the girl.
Exercising one of her common vices, Song looked away from the three paths and ignored them. She procrastinated on whatever felt uncomfortable. she wondered, That sucked, even though Song expected there to be no options other than the three. It was obvious, she was to proceed down one of the three. She couldn't decide what sucked more: having to make a choice or going forth in an adventure in only her pajamas. Yes, Song did not have shoes. She was barely dressed with only a loose, worn tank top and sweat shorts. No bra, either, because no one would willingly wear something that uncomfortable to bed. Although, right now, Song really wished she did because she felt even more naked without them. A light jacket would have been nice too. Enough complaining, though.
Of course, there's always time for procrastination. She desired to look at everything possible everywhere. This was why she took forever to complete any game. She took a good long look at her surroundings. The platform, as mentioned before, was disappointment. It was not a beautiful work that reflected her heart but the sand of the ocean floor itself, . Shifting her bare feet through it, Song decided that the surface even felt like sand, or at least it felt like the sand on the beach at night: cool without much warmth but ultimately dry. It was just that blank sand laid out in a circle around Song, broken only by the three paths that she turned away from, again, and continued to ignore.
There was the edge of the platform, which Song remembered fell off into a bottomless abyss. Thinking about it, though, in the games, it was impossible to fall. Song cautiously walked up to the border of the station. As she neared the end, she actually began to crawl. While on her knees as she was upon reaching the edge, she could confidently feel for the invisible wall without worrying about losing her balance and falling into an unknown darkness.
Song felt a firm but unseen surface beneath her fingers. She pressed harder on the wall, Once she was pushing her weight into the wall, albeit with a lot of worry for her own well-being, Song was confident in the barrier's stability. she admitted as she stood up, For being such a huge scaredy-cat, Song often made very dumb decisions born out of some random spike in often baseless confidence, like the many times she went into the enemy jungle without wards and found all five of them in a bush. Both hands resting on the barrier, curious Song pressed her forehead flat against the blockade and tried to look as far down as possible. After all, when else would she get the chance to do this? Below her, she did not see the beautiful stained glass she had been expecting, just like the top of the platform. In fact, she could see nothing. It was too dark to see anything, or maybe this circular platform was just floating by itself in the darkness.
Sand below her. Sand possibly even further below her or maybe there was just darkness. The surface of the ocean above her. There wasn't much for Song to think about if she was going to keep on ignoring the paths that led away from this station. Although, the surface above did entrance her for a small bit. She stared up into it in the same manner she stared up into the sky sometimes, pretending that her eyes could penetrate the atmosphere above to see beyond. No luck with seeing beyond the surface, of course. Song mused, . [ 1052 word / 1000 words ]
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