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lostcarnival2018-02-02 03:53 pm
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2018-02-02 03:53 pm
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⇨ A SONG IN THE SILENCE
Who: The Harbingers
When: Just after midnight, Day 13
Where: ????
What: The new Harbingers have an out of body experience.
Warnings: Ego death. Some generally upsetting content, most likely.
When: Just after midnight, Day 13
Where: ????
What: The new Harbingers have an out of body experience.
Warnings: Ego death. Some generally upsetting content, most likely.
ONE WAY OUT↴ You don't fall unconscious so much as you find yourself completely slipping out of this reality, the meaning of everything you left behind becoming increasingly abstract and hard to hold on to. You're lost in a void, surrounded by whispers that fall just out of range of hearing, in the presence of something so vast that you feel crushed by its presence. On, in this case, lack of presence. Like they say: the abyss stares back. It isn't someone, it is an emptiness, and everything about you feels like it bleeds away in the face of it. A hole that has no bottom. Every attempt to pull yourself together makes this vertigo feel worse, until existence itself feels terrifying or reprehensible. How precisely this existential crisis manifests will depends on the individual, tailored to your own unfulfilled desires, disappointments, frustrations. You find yourself faced with all of the things about reality that fill you with despair and disgust, and while you can attempt to fight it with thoughts of the things you hold dear, it feels unrelenting. Eventually you will break under the weight of it. It's only then, when you find yourself desperate for any kind of escape, that you are finally given the opportunity. The void speaks to you without words, but instead with a simple understanding. It can give you what you need to take control of this despair, of this heartbreaking necessity. Of every lost soul in this world, you are the one that has been given the chance to be the one to end it, to take control in the universe's final days. You will be creation's judge and executioner - and having witnessed this evidence, you know what you must do. This can't go on. This can't be fixed. The only hope left is for the end, but it will be an end at your hand. For once, the power is yours. Only when you are willing to accept this gift will you awaken. You find yourself in your body again, your senses painfully acute, as if you've been reborn. Is this the first time you've truly lived? Every pain, every worry you had prior to this moment seems so small in comparison. The path ahead is clear and unburdened by complication. You are in a dark space, surrounding by the specters of creatures you can't quite make out, like things just barely forgotten. You find that you aren't alone, as others have awoken in the same space. In front of you, floating above your chest, you will find a black light, like a small inverted sun. You know it's a part of you, but that it wasn't like this before. Though fear and a distant sense of disquiet may linger, you can't bring yourself to distrust your new location, or the change in your Spark. You have reassurance, now. It will all be over soon. |
Connie Maheswaran | OTA
Something- the concept of something, doesn't completely encapsulate what it is. It isn't a thing, it isn't only a cohesive measurable quantity. Everything is holding her, and her isn't what she is, but something more and something less.
She tries to move, tries to struggle, whatever she is that has no arms to move and no limbs to struggle. She tries to swim as if through molasses, or any comparable highly viscous fluid that could be used for the metaphor. Maybe even a non-newtonian fluid, as the most she struggles, the more it becomes less a fluid and more a solid.
A non-newtonian fluid of concepts. A piquing awareness that moving this direction is the restrictions levied by her parents. It's for your own good, she hears without ears, echoing in the vastness that feels too small, too crushing. She retreats from it to find the Prince, an embodiment of fear and panic and entrapment. In the other direction is the Ringmaster, the Carnival that she is bound to for a year and a day. A prison full of inmates that refuse to see it for what it is.
Everything is growing tighter, more dense, she can't breathe, and yet it is not oxygen she craves.
Freedom, it whispers, and she doesn't understand what it is that is whispering or what is whispering or how, but she must escape and she reaches for it...
* * *
The spark in her hand makes her feel powerful, in a way she's never felt before. With this, nothing could trap her ever again. She was the one in control, and now it was their turn to feel what she felt.
There are others here. She doesn't - know how to think of them. Friends are commitments. Commitments are restrictions. She would not be restricted anymore.
But tools- she could use Tools.
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"Connie!" he says, smiling both with the relief of this transition and with an absurd sort of excitement at the idea of them ending the world together. His eyes are still a bit red from crying in his sleep, but he rubs them one last time and hurries over to her.
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He was here. She felt- no, she didn't. It was useful for him to be here. That was all.
"What is this place?" she asked, more rhetorically. He can't have been here longer than her, and she would obviously be able to figure it out faster than him.
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"I... I don't know, yet!" He looks around for himself, his ears folded back with a bit of left over rejection. "It must be the Void... Or part of it, maybe."
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"The void? What's that?" she asked, taking a step closer to him.
Specifically what it was. It seemed pretty clear from its purpose what it might represent. The lack of something. Wismuth had a 'pillar of creation' so this must be some kind of antithesis to that.
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"I thought that was who we were just talking to... That presence, from before we woke up here. Do you remember?"
Which had something to do with why they'd been trying to stop the concert in the first place.
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She clutches her spark protectively as she gets flashes of memory from her 'dream'.
"I don't-" No. Likeing or disliking something was a choice. She didn't need to commit to something like that. She neither liked nor disliked this 'void.' It just... was.
"So what are we doing here, then?"
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"I don't know that either... I think we're going to... help end the world?" Yet, they've been sitting here for a little while already and not much has happened. What they are waiting for, he has no idea.
Maybe he's just a bit more patient than Connie is feeling.