Chapter 1
Time.
Emit.
Time emit.
Time emits…what?
No. That doesn’t make sense.
Emit time?
Nothing emits time. It droops. Meanders. Wonders. Slowly. Or it dasssssssshhhhhes! Speed! Fast!
That doesn’t really make sense either. But neither does time flow backwards, even if it is emit backwards.
Forwards! Forwards it goes! Onwards, comrades, onwards and upwards….! CHARRGGGEEEEEE!
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Slow…
No.
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Warped.
A snicker slipped through cracked lips, a droplet of blood squelches its’ way from the crevices carved within said lips, propelled by the stretch caused by that one snicker. The droplet tremulously begins its’ journey for freedom but is arrested by the parched tongue, desperate for even a hint of moisture, that laps it up before it can bead its way out of the thin skin.
No one heard it.
The sound churned its way through the empty…room? Cavern? Cage? Who knew. It was cold, frigid. that he knew. Maybe it was even a walk-in fridge?
Blink.
Again.
No new data to be gathered from the visual input. The thought produces another snicker. What visual input? There is none! And has been for so long, some uncountable time period. Forever, perhaps? Was visual input a lie? Colours? Faces? Sound?
Just dark.
Dark.
Darkness.
Black.
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Pure black. No shadows. No movement. Nothing. Absence of colour. Absence of life. But no, black was not the absence of colour, why was it not white?
Is anyone there? Can anyone hear?
…hello?
The word potentially rings out through the vicinity of the room. It certainly felt like vocal cords were vibrating, but… no sounds matched the sensation
No surprise.
No sight.
No sound.
No help.
None exist.
Not for him.