OOC: Dream
He was lying on his back, staring up at the moon. The soft white glow was comforting, while a cool breeze ruffled his hair. Two voices murmured in the back of his mind, one low and fatherly, the other high and demanding. They were just loud enough to make out the sounds, but not to hear what they were saying. He closed his eyes, as if that would make the voices go away.
When he opened his eyes again, the moon had turned from pale white to blood red. He heard the ripping of flesh and tasted his own tears. Whatever was happening was too much to bear. The low, tender voice was gone.
He opened his eyes a third time, only to be met with the harsh brilliance of the sun, instead of the moon. A hand, not his own, reached for the sun, and shackles fell away. The other voice was still with him, joined by two others. One of the new voices was quiet but carried a tone of regret, while the other was casually slurred but obviously held concern. Again, he couldn’t discern what was being said, only that there were these three voices.
A new voice drowned these three out and he heard the first clear words of any of them. “Go there, and find it.”
Go where? Find what? He tried to ask, but his mouth wouldn’t cooperate. For all the voices that he was hearing, he couldn’t speak himself. Frustrated, he kept trying to look at the sun above him, but it was too bright. Where had the moon gone, he wondered.
Yet, he knew it would never again be near him. It could only watch him from afar.
When he opened his eyes again, the moon had turned from pale white to blood red. He heard the ripping of flesh and tasted his own tears. Whatever was happening was too much to bear. The low, tender voice was gone.
He opened his eyes a third time, only to be met with the harsh brilliance of the sun, instead of the moon. A hand, not his own, reached for the sun, and shackles fell away. The other voice was still with him, joined by two others. One of the new voices was quiet but carried a tone of regret, while the other was casually slurred but obviously held concern. Again, he couldn’t discern what was being said, only that there were these three voices.
A new voice drowned these three out and he heard the first clear words of any of them. “Go there, and find it.”
Go where? Find what? He tried to ask, but his mouth wouldn’t cooperate. For all the voices that he was hearing, he couldn’t speak himself. Frustrated, he kept trying to look at the sun above him, but it was too bright. Where had the moon gone, he wondered.
Yet, he knew it would never again be near him. It could only watch him from afar.