Droplets. Faint falling droplets. The droplets are getting louder. There is now running water, a river. I hear it's flow. I hear it's essence. My ear's they prick at the sounds. Must try reaching. I feel around, I search for it. No, there is nothing I can feel yet. My heart. I hear a thumping, is that my beat, or another's? It's getting quieter, am I dying? Wait, I can see now. The colours- Aaargh. They light. The light is vicious, it does not show mercy. All a blur, but light is a blistering pain. It sears my eyes. It grows darker now. I- I sleep.
I smell. Faint, I sense it. That odour. I am awake once more. I sleep no longer. I must try to reach again. I must- There. I feel something. Flecks of hard rock. Ribbons of fabric. Am I in a ruin? What has become of my resting place? I must reach more. There are larger pieces. They are sharper, more dense. My eyes open, but there is only darkness. Look around, yes, I will try to.
Red. Crimson, scarlet? Vermilion? It is faint, just alike the scent. What is that taste I have? A feeling? It grows slowly more urgent, the necessity. I must explore. I must acknowledge the happenings here. My limbs, do they move? The struggle, I must have been damaged by this event.
I push, I forcefully bend and shift. Just a little more, an ounce, an inch. Free, I feel it, at long last. I may walk, leave behind my encumbered past. To my feet, slowly, that will do it. So dizzy, I feel disorientated. What occured here? I ask this, so much I wish to know, my memory... How long have I slumbered? Who am I?
As I lift my feet, the rubble cuts through my flesh. I drag the remains with my injured body. I feel but a heavy shell. I feel but a murmur in this all to real dream. I must be sleeping still, I cannot be of this place. Whoever I was, whatever I am, what I have done, these answers, they are unknown, but it must be true this is a figment of nightmare.
I am crawling, tripped, I did over large rubble. My knees, they ache, they wain...
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