cLavain
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Endless sea. An island on the horizon. You swim towards it. Your arms ache, the hard red beats of your struggling heart, so much like the ticks of a clock counting down to unconsciousness, make you dizzy, the water which makes up your entire world disgusts you more with each passing day. But you keep going, you can see the island clearer now, moving ever closer. Your struggle is not in vain!
Finally, an eternity later, the island is within reach, a palpable thing at last, after so many liquid dreams. How long have you been in this ocean? Too many days and nights to count. Never mind. Soon you will be able to call this - the past!
You reach out to touch dry land, but only water seeps through your fingers. Disbelief. The island is gone. No longer there. Cold suspicion. Was it ever there? Did your brain just concoct this vision to keep you going? Icy realization. Fooled by your own desires! A mirage of hope.
The water grows colder. Impotence assailing your limbs, you look around, your arms moving only enough to keep you floating. Another island? You need it! But you see nothing. Nothing at all. Your need ignored by whatever indifferent gods rule this floating realm.
Endless Sea. In every direction. The need to move, the need to find something that makes your watery journey worthwhile. Anything!
Fate laughs maliciously, and, as you once again search around desperately, you realize the reason and nod grimly. You’re free to swim in whatever direction you want, yet there is nowhere to go, no compass to guide you into shallow waters. Every path as blind as the next. Your destiny in the hands of Fate, always. Cruel freedom! The only path known to you is the one that leads down, down into engulfing darkness. Your strength is dissipating rapidly.
What do you do?
Finally, an eternity later, the island is within reach, a palpable thing at last, after so many liquid dreams. How long have you been in this ocean? Too many days and nights to count. Never mind. Soon you will be able to call this - the past!
You reach out to touch dry land, but only water seeps through your fingers. Disbelief. The island is gone. No longer there. Cold suspicion. Was it ever there? Did your brain just concoct this vision to keep you going? Icy realization. Fooled by your own desires! A mirage of hope.
The water grows colder. Impotence assailing your limbs, you look around, your arms moving only enough to keep you floating. Another island? You need it! But you see nothing. Nothing at all. Your need ignored by whatever indifferent gods rule this floating realm.
Endless Sea. In every direction. The need to move, the need to find something that makes your watery journey worthwhile. Anything!
Fate laughs maliciously, and, as you once again search around desperately, you realize the reason and nod grimly. You’re free to swim in whatever direction you want, yet there is nowhere to go, no compass to guide you into shallow waters. Every path as blind as the next. Your destiny in the hands of Fate, always. Cruel freedom! The only path known to you is the one that leads down, down into engulfing darkness. Your strength is dissipating rapidly.
What do you do?
