InBetweenRealms
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I'm working on a novel, and because of some opinions about it, I started to feel a kind of apathy, so I haven't written anything for two days(I know, I know, it's nothing special, it's just a little bit of my stuff here, it's not the topic). Today, I also decided not to write anything about it, but as a way to warm up my thoughts, I started writing anything, and here's the result, what do you think?
I opened my eyes suddenly, finding myself in an unfamiliar place.
“Where am I?”
But that question wasn’t enough. Many others began to rise in my mind.
“How did I get here? Why am I here? Who am I?”
I looked around, hoping to grasp my situation, hoping to find something familiar to ease my confusion and calm the fear starting to creep in. But no matter which way I turned, the view in front of me didn’t change.
What lay ahead was the same as behind me; to my right, identical to my left.
“Grass.”
For some reason unknown to me, I found the name of the thing swaying on the ground, which was covered in it.
“Wind.”
The more I focused, the more my mind seemed to connect what I saw with something recognizable.
The grass on the ground danced, stirred by the strong wind blowing across it.
Suddenly, I found it difficult to keep my eyes fully open because of the intense beam of light shining from above. As a refuge, I moved what I identified as an arm.
I raised my arm, trying to block the painful light from reaching my eyes.
“Eye. Arm.”
The longer I gave myself to observe, the more I could identify the shapes and forms of the things around me.
The source of the painful light shining into my eyes—I recognized it as the sun.
With these thoughts, I understood that all I could do now was wait and study my surroundings, hoping to find answers to the unrelenting questions swirling in my mind.
But my waiting only led to disappointment, as no new words surfaced in my mind.
Suddenly, I noticed that I had been staring into the horizon, neglecting my own being entirely.
I glanced down, looked at myself, and saw myself... searching for the word.
Pain struck my head. I raised my arm to hold it, groaning softly from my mouth.
The pain was an indescribable sensation, difficult to put into words.
“Naked.”
The torment ceased as soon as the word appeared in my mind.
I am naked.
I realized that the word “I” referred to something I could relate to. But I couldn’t fully grasp the meaning of the word “naked.” When I opened my eyes, I understood that I wanted to know my name. Is that my name? Am I “Naked”?
I didn’t understand. All I could comprehend was one thing: something was wrong.
When I turned around, I noticed I could move. I moved my leg, which seemed similar to my arm. I had two of them, but they were different in shape.
I was about to start moving forward but stopped when another question arose. I didn’t move because I felt it was important to answer the question before taking action.
“Which direction should I go?”
No matter where I looked, I couldn’t find anything meaningful to make me choose one direction over another. There was nothing but the grass, endlessly dancing.
Why must I pick a direction to move? Would something go wrong if I moved without choosing a destination?
What should I do now?
I opened my eyes suddenly, finding myself in an unfamiliar place.
“Where am I?”
But that question wasn’t enough. Many others began to rise in my mind.
“How did I get here? Why am I here? Who am I?”
I looked around, hoping to grasp my situation, hoping to find something familiar to ease my confusion and calm the fear starting to creep in. But no matter which way I turned, the view in front of me didn’t change.
What lay ahead was the same as behind me; to my right, identical to my left.
“Grass.”
For some reason unknown to me, I found the name of the thing swaying on the ground, which was covered in it.
“Wind.”
The more I focused, the more my mind seemed to connect what I saw with something recognizable.
The grass on the ground danced, stirred by the strong wind blowing across it.
Suddenly, I found it difficult to keep my eyes fully open because of the intense beam of light shining from above. As a refuge, I moved what I identified as an arm.
I raised my arm, trying to block the painful light from reaching my eyes.
“Eye. Arm.”
The longer I gave myself to observe, the more I could identify the shapes and forms of the things around me.
The source of the painful light shining into my eyes—I recognized it as the sun.
With these thoughts, I understood that all I could do now was wait and study my surroundings, hoping to find answers to the unrelenting questions swirling in my mind.
But my waiting only led to disappointment, as no new words surfaced in my mind.
Suddenly, I noticed that I had been staring into the horizon, neglecting my own being entirely.
I glanced down, looked at myself, and saw myself... searching for the word.
Pain struck my head. I raised my arm to hold it, groaning softly from my mouth.
The pain was an indescribable sensation, difficult to put into words.
“Naked.”
The torment ceased as soon as the word appeared in my mind.
I am naked.
I realized that the word “I” referred to something I could relate to. But I couldn’t fully grasp the meaning of the word “naked.” When I opened my eyes, I understood that I wanted to know my name. Is that my name? Am I “Naked”?
I didn’t understand. All I could comprehend was one thing: something was wrong.
When I turned around, I noticed I could move. I moved my leg, which seemed similar to my arm. I had two of them, but they were different in shape.
I was about to start moving forward but stopped when another question arose. I didn’t move because I felt it was important to answer the question before taking action.
“Which direction should I go?”
No matter where I looked, I couldn’t find anything meaningful to make me choose one direction over another. There was nothing but the grass, endlessly dancing.
Why must I pick a direction to move? Would something go wrong if I moved without choosing a destination?
What should I do now?
