Sight Beyond Worlds

[MeteorDragon 3441]

Sight Beyond Worlds

 

[!] Perhaps what He saw

 

A world wrapping around his body in ways that seemed to control and bend the air. The dark room where He sits turns into a place of terrors, constricting Him without letting Him fade into the comfort of a panic attack. Perhaps that might have been more comforting than what was to come.

 

C̖̩̮̔̾͐́ͅh̫̜̓̂á̘͉̉s͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒ĭ̢̜͝n͕̰̳̏͝͡g̥̤͌̈

 

A look behind his shoulder and there was nothing but a fogged forest that was filled with large spruce trees. Each one reaches into the sky, looming across the lands with silent terror as they hide it. It was something large and monstrous, yet unseen to the eye due to the darkness. Hardly does He notice the sky or the moon that is hidden from his sight. This felt.. Normal?

 

C̖̩̮̔̾͐́ͅó͎̥͡n͕̰̳̏͝͡t͙́ĭ̢̜͝n͕̰̳̏͝͡ụ̩̪̇͆͑́͜ĭ̢̜͝n͕̰̳̏͝͡g̥̤͌̈

 

He turns around to make His way ever so quickly through the forest. It’s a miracle that His legs and sick body can even take Him trough this place at this pace. Surely He’d break down soon. At this point, the monster would take Him and this would be the end of His life. Nothing left to show for it, only pain and suffering from his racing heartbeat and unwillingness to give up when He knows He should. But what is this? A clearing up ahead of Him!

 

S͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒e͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟c̖̩̮̔̾͐́ͅụ̩̪̇͆͑́͜ṙ̻ĭ̢̜͝n͕̰̳̏͝͡g̥̤͌̈

 

Just a few more strides and He’ll finally reach the clearing. One.. two.. Three.. Four. Though, when He reaches the place He is striving for, the world seems to collapse to Him as what He was running for was a cliff on this mountain with an endless abyss below. He would die like this, from either the monster in the forest or by the fall, but which would be worse? He wouldn’t let this go. He wouldn’t give the monster the victory so He made one last leap without looking back once He heard the monster break through the leaves.

 

F̝͓͇̰̋͋̂͝á̘͉̉l͈̯̾̀l͈̯̾̀ĭ̢̜͝n͕̰̳̏͝͡g̥̤͌̈

 

This is the end for Him, so He thinks to Himself as He falls infinitely into the darkness. Stars, perhaps what’s what He sees as He falls, blinking to life in the corners of his vision at first. Then, rocks fly past His form, threatening to rip Him to pieces should He strike one. Though all of this is soon to pass by Him as rainbow colored lights flood His vision, blinding Him in this spectacular display. Wind rushes by His body and soon the lights stop and He hits the ground with a powerful thud. Though, it doesn’t hurt.

 

S͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒e͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟e͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟ĭ̢̜͝n͕̰̳̏͝͡g̥̤͌̈

 

He looks up to the starry sky as all that’s around Him is an indefinite plane of grass and light fog that He’s unable to see through. There is no moon in this place, perhaps a signal of His abandonment and His new found Guide. Instead, a single Eye lies in the sky, looking down at Him. He is not afraid. Then, hundreds of limbs, mostly arms, whirl out of this Eye and spin about in the sky that glows with the light of missions of twinkling stars. He is happy and one arm reaches down for him.

 

G̥̤͌̈ĭ̢̜͝f̝͓͇̰̋͋̂͝t͙́ĭ̢̜͝n͕̰̳̏͝͡g̥̤͌̈

 

This arm’s hand opens up, holding a sort of rock that has three dimensional shadows. Still, He is not scared of this and with a slow and careful movement, He takes the rock.

 

Ṙ̻e͎̫̻͕͒͒̑̃̊͟t͙́ụ̩̪̇͆͑́͜ṙ̻n͕̰̳̏͝͡ĭ̢̜͝n͕̰̳̏͝͡g̥̤͌̈

 

No more is the world He was just in. All of it is gone in a flash and He is the only one left from it, Him and the rock with three dimensional shadows sitting in a pitch black room with only one exit. An iron door off to the side that rests in the stone walls of this enclosed space. He looks at the rock and nods. He knows what to do, so He stands up on the wooden ground and leaves with only a click left behind- the door shutting closed.