Dreams OAC

I open my eyes to a white room,

Its walls indiscernable from its edges.

A sphere, but not quite.

There's a hole, a blackness that envelops the whole;

A three dimensional inevitability, with neither a beginning, nor an end,

Swallowing up all it reaches,

Leaving behind nothing.

The light returns, a structured building surrounding me

White stairs, white counters, a white second-story balcony looking down on me

The anomaly

I stand; a pulling sensation, a coaxing silence, as I go down the hallway

There is a room at the end, its walls separated by sharp lines.

A chest sits alone at the far end.

I near it.

I crouch down.

Murmurs fill the room, inaudible conversations by undefinable faces.

No; I strain my ears.

"Open it."

Something's wrong.

"Open it."

I stand up.

"Open it."

I murmur my response: no.

Something is watching.

Something is watching, something is seeing—

Something is coming.

It nears and nears; the murmurs fall silent, their gazes drop to the empty hall behind— But not empty for long. I stand, but I refuse to look; there's no need to. They look for me, and I see it; a shadow, a formless shape, as dark as nothing, and yet with eyes like burning coals, beckoning, commanding me;

I turn, and the light engulfs me. Collectively we fall, like waves, crashing lifeless against the ground, only to be absorbed by the sand below. Only, I am not absorbed. I cannot escape. It towers above me, knowing that I

Am not an anomaly.

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Whoops. I thought of just straight up copy and pasting the dream that I wrote down, but that sounded kinda boring, so I tried to write something instead. Though I don't really know what it is because it feels like a mess— But then again, that whole dream was a mess so I guess it makes sense—

#tachiart

#tachiwrites

#DreamsOAC