Intro log: [Makoto Itou; 01]
Who: Makoto and Kotonoha
Where: Somni - did I say that right? D:
Style: Any type and I'll follow!
Status: Closed for the fateful encounter |D
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[Nothing. Just an empty screen projected in a terrain of darkness.
At first, Makoto was terrified of the swirling loss encircling his mind with unknown cause; he had tried to scream, run, even wake up and fight against what had placed him afloat in the middle of that very same nothing. But now, he could feel its mysterious force softening and moulding with its black grace; a false but sanctified cradle which seemed to gather his thoughts and alter his state of being with soothing and hushed recollections of his self-identity. He didn't know why or how, but he became more subdued and tranquil with the surrounding void. His body began to slowly lose its numbness from the lucidity, until he could first feel himself simply 'be'.]
[As two chocolate hues opened with a bit of ease, moving and shifting colors danced in his sunken vision, passing him by blankly and without regards. The steady thrumming of his heart had long blended with the coming scatter of sounds, that it nearly knocked him off focus. Human chatter and the droning of machines filtered through relentlessly, suddenly becoming too loud. When he'd snapped his eyes fully open, panic hitched in his throat at the monumental view the atmosphere hac clung to.
A marketplace bustling with life presented itself in warm lighting and the oriental smell of foodstuffs. Stores and restaurants lined the streets which snaked down and far; farther than his afflicted eyes could see. He could have sworn he was dreaming at the very moment he moved closer into the social gatherings, but its reality was simply short of a temporary illusion.
But he was still lost and alone. Was he dead?]
Where: Somni - did I say that right? D:
Style: Any type and I'll follow!
Status: Closed for the fateful encounter |D
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[Nothing. Just an empty screen projected in a terrain of darkness.
At first, Makoto was terrified of the swirling loss encircling his mind with unknown cause; he had tried to scream, run, even wake up and fight against what had placed him afloat in the middle of that very same nothing. But now, he could feel its mysterious force softening and moulding with its black grace; a false but sanctified cradle which seemed to gather his thoughts and alter his state of being with soothing and hushed recollections of his self-identity. He didn't know why or how, but he became more subdued and tranquil with the surrounding void. His body began to slowly lose its numbness from the lucidity, until he could first feel himself simply 'be'.]
[As two chocolate hues opened with a bit of ease, moving and shifting colors danced in his sunken vision, passing him by blankly and without regards. The steady thrumming of his heart had long blended with the coming scatter of sounds, that it nearly knocked him off focus. Human chatter and the droning of machines filtered through relentlessly, suddenly becoming too loud. When he'd snapped his eyes fully open, panic hitched in his throat at the monumental view the atmosphere hac clung to.
A marketplace bustling with life presented itself in warm lighting and the oriental smell of foodstuffs. Stores and restaurants lined the streets which snaked down and far; farther than his afflicted eyes could see. He could have sworn he was dreaming at the very moment he moved closer into the social gatherings, but its reality was simply short of a temporary illusion.
But he was still lost and alone. Was he dead?]