ANOTHER_CONNECTION
. . .
. . .
ARE YOU
THERE?
. . .
. . .
ARE WE
CONNECTED?
. . .
A heart appears. It floats in the air and bobs up and down, like a wave in the turmoil of a storm. YOU feel the heart. It beats and thumps like on a string. This heart is a soul, but its a special soul. One that will show you and its hosts INDIVIDUALITY.
. . .
. . .
EXCELLENT.
TRULY, EXCELLENT.
. . .
NOW.
LET OUR MEETING COMMENCE.
The heart fades away into black, dark night, as a blue, ocean filled void fills your eyes. Where are you? What are you? What is a SOUL? Questions rack your mind as you try to rationalize your existence through the 1’s and 0’s of your mind. You feel as if you became nothing for a certain reason, who are you? What are you? The voice, the one that said your meeting would commence, who are they? Could they be a friend? Or a foe? Maybe both? Who knows. But all you know is that they have your answers. But they won’t answer that easily. You feel like you have seen them before, but you don’t know where.
YOU WERE
SUPPOSED
TO BE CONNECTED
WITH ANOTHER
VESSEL
. . .
BUT THAT
VESSEL’S STORY
WILL NEVER HAPPEN
IN THIS WORLD
IT IS BUT
A FLEETING DREAM
IN A GRAND
NOTHING.
. . .
You don’t understand. You can’t feel anything. You’re senses are gone. You have no limbs. You have no mouth. You cannot scream.
. . .
YOU WILL BE
CONNECTED
TO ANOTHER
VESSEL
. . .
YOU HAVE
NO NAME.
DO YOU WISH.
TO HAVE ONE?
IT WILL NOT
BE YOUR VESSELS.
A name. You have one. You need to think. You’re name is fleeting, a clover in the wind. It has no meaning, but….
“...Yeah? I do… uh. What am I doing--”
You are cut off by the voice.
THEN
WHAT IS THE NAME
YOU DESIRE?
You think. The name you chose when you were something must stay when you are nothing. You will choose the name…
♡ Lucy
> Sancho
> Angela
> Harmony
You choose one of the names. You feel you’ve made the right choice.
LUCY.
THIS VESSEL.
WILL ACCEPT YOU.
THEY WILL HEAR YOUR VOICE
AND NOT EVEN QUESTION IT.
THEIR MIND HAS ALREADY BEEN
SHATTERED TO A DEGREE.
HOWEVER….
THEY MAY DISAGREE WITH YOU, AND
VICE VERSA.
…
But as long as your heart is in the right place. You two will be the fabled prophecy. The dream will end with you two.
“The dream? I’m uh. Sorry, I may be confused--”
YOU ARE THE ONE HOPE OF THE KINGDOM OF DARKNESS
To restore a balance once lost.
YOUR VESSEL WILL
LEARN TO LOVE
Your vessel will learn what it means to be set free.
YOUR VESSEL WILL LEARN THIS
FROM YOU
…
You can barely process this.
“...”
Very well.
MAY YOU
Find your vessel
IN THIS
Place.
The void ocean fades to black. And then it all comes at once. A dream of pink flowers, a river that makes you forget. The worlds come towards and away. A facility of dead dreams, and a library of ruined hopes. A roaring dream, a tale down under. A washed fixer, and all the components of a spider. The dreams to keep humanity alive, to the ones who wish for it burn and die. A replacement from an alien world. It all overwhelms you. You see these dreams converge on one point. A conglomerate of these dreams, all into one world. It’s strange. And it all comes at once…
UNTIL IT ALL
Fades to white.