01-20-2016, 05:42 PM
Sweet, sweet bliss of eternal slumber... The blackness that envelopes all, the emptiness that washes away all worries, all aches and pains of the mortal coil... I must be in heaven... and this is my eternally young body...[i] And then his eyes open. If this was heaven, then maybe he was still at the gates, because it was awfully dark. Still, he felt so good, like he was sixty years younger, it was so strange.
His eyes fell upon a figure in the darkness. A stranger with no face, no features to speak of. It was like a dream, his unconscious mind trying to remind him of someone he just could not remember the face of... “My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”
[i]Omniverse? So... this isn't Heaven? He would have to contemplate this. It may not be heaven, but neither was it hell, by this Omni's words. When the featurless entity offers an orb of shimmering colors, he accepts it hastily, practically hoarding it for closer inspection.
“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most." His mind cast back, years into the past. This sounded a bit like... the Magic Stone... perhaps on steroids, but still. The concept was similar, a magical essence that imbued some with powers. And here he was, young and spry and holding this new power in his very hands.
"You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn." I'm immortal? The thought just added to his mounting excitement. “That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”
Absolute night turns to absolute white, the world around him bleeds into existence and suddenly, he finds himself sitting beside a magnificent fountain. Reflects the wishes... of those a part of it... he mused for a moment. He clambers up to his knees to peer over the edge of the fountain.
What he finds is so bizarre. He remembered his face, but... it was strange. Young, yes, but stranger still. He touched his cheek, before the reflection of his hand draws his attention. His rugged goatee, his mess of dark brown hair... It was his face, but not. His dark eyes, so unlike the bright hazels he remembered yet so familiar. His hair, shaggy and brown, again so familiar yet so strange.
"I'm... Nimo? He looked like the actor that had played Nimo in the movies, right down to the rugged beard and brown overcoat. Wait... He reaches into his inner breast pocket... and out comes a cigar and a box of matches. "I really AM Nimo..." The memory of that victory quirk rushed back: He'd always smoke a celebratory cigar.
Well... I did just beat death... He sat on the edge of the fountain as he lit up the cigar. It tasted as stale as he as he wrote them to be. It was odd, how familiar it tasted, as if he had smoked one before. Of course, he never partook in anything tobacco. Hell, maybe I'm both... An amusing thought. Two deaths, one new life. It was a paradox that could keep his mind spinning for hours. Not that he'd be able to tell in this pristine world.
His eyes fell upon a figure in the darkness. A stranger with no face, no features to speak of. It was like a dream, his unconscious mind trying to remind him of someone he just could not remember the face of... “My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”
[i]Omniverse? So... this isn't Heaven? He would have to contemplate this. It may not be heaven, but neither was it hell, by this Omni's words. When the featurless entity offers an orb of shimmering colors, he accepts it hastily, practically hoarding it for closer inspection.
“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most." His mind cast back, years into the past. This sounded a bit like... the Magic Stone... perhaps on steroids, but still. The concept was similar, a magical essence that imbued some with powers. And here he was, young and spry and holding this new power in his very hands.
"You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn." I'm immortal? The thought just added to his mounting excitement. “That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”
Absolute night turns to absolute white, the world around him bleeds into existence and suddenly, he finds himself sitting beside a magnificent fountain. Reflects the wishes... of those a part of it... he mused for a moment. He clambers up to his knees to peer over the edge of the fountain.
What he finds is so bizarre. He remembered his face, but... it was strange. Young, yes, but stranger still. He touched his cheek, before the reflection of his hand draws his attention. His rugged goatee, his mess of dark brown hair... It was his face, but not. His dark eyes, so unlike the bright hazels he remembered yet so familiar. His hair, shaggy and brown, again so familiar yet so strange.
"I'm... Nimo? He looked like the actor that had played Nimo in the movies, right down to the rugged beard and brown overcoat. Wait... He reaches into his inner breast pocket... and out comes a cigar and a box of matches. "I really AM Nimo..." The memory of that victory quirk rushed back: He'd always smoke a celebratory cigar.
Well... I did just beat death... He sat on the edge of the fountain as he lit up the cigar. It tasted as stale as he as he wrote them to be. It was odd, how familiar it tasted, as if he had smoked one before. Of course, he never partook in anything tobacco. Hell, maybe I'm both... An amusing thought. Two deaths, one new life. It was a paradox that could keep his mind spinning for hours. Not that he'd be able to tell in this pristine world.
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