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tenebraecious) wrote2021-07-24 12:36 am
tenebraecious) wrote2021-07-24 12:36 am
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You wake up— No, you have always been in a white, airy space. The floor is hard and cold, swirled marble, but there is also soil and plant life crunching underneath your feet. Columns raise impossibly high, they are tall enough to hurt your small neck as you crane up to look at them.
After all, you are quite small, hardly a handful of years to your name, and the world is so very large, very big. You do not recall much, not yet, but you are certain of love, warmth, and destiny. You have a purpose.
Among the flowers, herbs, and long, long grass, there are two women seated in chairs with very high backs. You feel the urge to run to them, rest your cheek upon their laps, but you can sense that you should not. The air, no, spirits says you ought not to. Still, they both smile warmly at you.
The one in white and blue speaks, "Hello, my dear. Let us speak."
The one in black speaks, "Little one, what do you seek?"
After all, you are quite small, hardly a handful of years to your name, and the world is so very large, very big. You do not recall much, not yet, but you are certain of love, warmth, and destiny. You have a purpose.
Among the flowers, herbs, and long, long grass, there are two women seated in chairs with very high backs. You feel the urge to run to them, rest your cheek upon their laps, but you can sense that you should not. The air, no, spirits says you ought not to. Still, they both smile warmly at you.
The one in white and blue speaks, "Hello, my dear. Let us speak."
The one in black speaks, "Little one, what do you seek?"
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[What is his duty? To "discover until he's satisfied"? Or was it something else? He can't quite remember. But whatever it was, surely it can't be more important than what's happening around him right now. Surely it must somewhere higher up the pyramid of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs than running the fuck away from whatever the heck is happening here!]
[He continues running in slow motion, trying to press through the time dilation and drag Pink along behind him, if he must.]