who are you?
CHARACTERS: Rey and YOU.
LOCATION: Oxygen Garden.
WARNINGS: Potential violent flashbacks?
SUMMARY: Some silly amnesiac takes a gander at the gardens. Insert prose here.
It starts with nothing more than a mere feeling.
Vague and incomprehensible, it whirls in a cold stasis of decay. The red vision. The fluid shapes. The silhouettes ghosting behind the frozen glass. Hands pressing up against the egg-shaped prison. Pipes shoved down her throat. A name comes to mind.
He whispers devotion of a solid dream in her ear as she sleeps. Where a future looks so bleak, he blindly fumbles towards an ideal that is beyond anyone's comprehension. He is a fool.
Every vision is the same.
But this time, a toe tag:
Rey.
And then she woke up.
She'd been having dreams again. Many of them, in fact. None had been useful up until now, since waking from that night with a pain in her chest and a lingering feeling of tiny little legs crawling all over her.
It was disgusting.
But it passed.
With that, she decided to go for a walk in the gardens to help clear her mind, process what she had learned. As far as comfort went, the garden ambiance didn't provide much, but there was always something about the flies buzzing there that struck a cord of quaint familiarity.
LOCATION: Oxygen Garden.
WARNINGS: Potential violent flashbacks?
SUMMARY: Some silly amnesiac takes a gander at the gardens. Insert prose here.
It starts with nothing more than a mere feeling.
Vague and incomprehensible, it whirls in a cold stasis of decay. The red vision. The fluid shapes. The silhouettes ghosting behind the frozen glass. Hands pressing up against the egg-shaped prison. Pipes shoved down her throat. A name comes to mind.
He whispers devotion of a solid dream in her ear as she sleeps. Where a future looks so bleak, he blindly fumbles towards an ideal that is beyond anyone's comprehension. He is a fool.
Every vision is the same.
But this time, a toe tag:
Rey.
And then she woke up.
She'd been having dreams again. Many of them, in fact. None had been useful up until now, since waking from that night with a pain in her chest and a lingering feeling of tiny little legs crawling all over her.
It was disgusting.
But it passed.
With that, she decided to go for a walk in the gardens to help clear her mind, process what she had learned. As far as comfort went, the garden ambiance didn't provide much, but there was always something about the flies buzzing there that struck a cord of quaint familiarity.