01-28-2017, 05:58 PM
Confusion.
The pitch black darkness began to lift itself with the pace of a glacier, revealing a brightness that did naught but scorched its viewer. Confusion was the only word Jaina found to describe her current state as her senses suddenly flared to life like a wildfire in the summer-dried grass. The fiery sensation exploded from within her core, pushed through her veins and muscles with the subtlety of an avalanche, forging a painful awareness of just how her body was composed. Every fiber of her being roared to life as her brains restored the link to her limbs, a twitch of curious intrigue drawn from them.
Alive.
The brilliant illumination shattered with explosive revelation, a picture painted before her very eyes. A canvas that brimmed with curious treats and snacks for one’s imagination to gobble akin to a starving man, to gorge and get lost into. A vision that could never have been reality, such was its bizarre nature. Stairs that descended upwards, fountains constructed out of sturdiest water and flowing the fluidest stone. Houses where the walls were doors, and doors were walls. A most befuddling of sights, disarming even. Up, left, down, right? Pup, theft, clown, night? A fight? For all one’s might, such was the sight.
Perplexion.
In darkness, a light. A fish, a tackle, a madness of the cackle. Crackle. The weight of a shackle. Light. Light. Remember the light. Follow, don’t you dare go hollow. But to follow, one must face the gallow, tread the shallow. The clown is a nasty fellow. Steal the key and lock the wall, crash the door and take the fall. Feel small? Mayhap dropped the ball? Touch, taste, make haste. Time you mustn’t waste. A hallway, a doorway, this way, that way? Nay?
Insanity.
Utter vanity. Mundanity. Light, there! That gap so tight. Squeeze through, see the blue? Stand in queue, in the zoo. What if you knew, the casket that blew? Seams cracking, sanity lacking! Are you here? Are you there? Have you gone anywhere? A flash, a bang, it’s time to dash. Swords clash. Sudden parity, similarity. a sense of hilarity. A noble charity?
Finally, clarity.
The pitch black darkness began to lift itself with the pace of a glacier, revealing a brightness that did naught but scorched its viewer. Confusion was the only word Jaina found to describe her current state as her senses suddenly flared to life like a wildfire in the summer-dried grass. The fiery sensation exploded from within her core, pushed through her veins and muscles with the subtlety of an avalanche, forging a painful awareness of just how her body was composed. Every fiber of her being roared to life as her brains restored the link to her limbs, a twitch of curious intrigue drawn from them.
Alive.
The brilliant illumination shattered with explosive revelation, a picture painted before her very eyes. A canvas that brimmed with curious treats and snacks for one’s imagination to gobble akin to a starving man, to gorge and get lost into. A vision that could never have been reality, such was its bizarre nature. Stairs that descended upwards, fountains constructed out of sturdiest water and flowing the fluidest stone. Houses where the walls were doors, and doors were walls. A most befuddling of sights, disarming even. Up, left, down, right? Pup, theft, clown, night? A fight? For all one’s might, such was the sight.
Perplexion.
In darkness, a light. A fish, a tackle, a madness of the cackle. Crackle. The weight of a shackle. Light. Light. Remember the light. Follow, don’t you dare go hollow. But to follow, one must face the gallow, tread the shallow. The clown is a nasty fellow. Steal the key and lock the wall, crash the door and take the fall. Feel small? Mayhap dropped the ball? Touch, taste, make haste. Time you mustn’t waste. A hallway, a doorway, this way, that way? Nay?
Insanity.
Utter vanity. Mundanity. Light, there! That gap so tight. Squeeze through, see the blue? Stand in queue, in the zoo. What if you knew, the casket that blew? Seams cracking, sanity lacking! Are you here? Are you there? Have you gone anywhere? A flash, a bang, it’s time to dash. Swords clash. Sudden parity, similarity. a sense of hilarity. A noble charity?
Finally, clarity.
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