What’s going on? I thought, my mind a fog, as I gathered whatever baring I could grasp. Only to find my mind’s fog, staying firm in its haze of confusion, making it a struggle to even distinguish between whether I was waking or falling deeper into a slumber as I constantly awaited Sleep inertia to leave me finally. The feeling of my head endlessly rubbing up against something only rattled my thoughts more.

Mushy, wet globs of something thick seemed to clunk up more and more on my head as the feeling of my body being in motion continued, and the haze only complicated my ability to identify anything going on.

For all I know, this is my life, a vessel thrashing about filth, unknowing and constantly in motion. I try and search my brain for anything, a name, a memory, a face, and all I receive is more haze, almost as if it’s acting as a wall keeping me sectioned off from all I am, leaving me with nothing, and growing stronger every time I try to go beyond it.

The struggle for control and clarity only wages on in my head as I am determined to go beyond it; I need to, I have to. Something is there; I know it. Minutes or maybe hours leave me in its pursuit and progression through the sphere of time, and in my strive for clarity, through my will alone, the littlest droplet of it was able to slip through the cracks.

From that, I noticed something, my leg, “something touching it,” no, something grabbing it, tightly, around what I believe could be my ankle as it nudges and pulls at it; and had been for a while now, long before I noticed it, I guess I can thank the haze for that. The question of the hour, which was only now apparent to me, was if whatever was grabbing me could be responsible for this nauseating sensation, which might, I added, happen to be slightly plaguing me with a faint case of motion sickness. “Is something pulling me?” I thought,” Can I move it?” I asked myself. I then began trying to access what little will I had to try and move, if even a little, only for all the will I mustered to do nothing.

The sensation continued; only now, I find my head being mulled through grime and muck, but at other times, something hard and semi-dry, letting me know I most likely was being dragged about the floor. What confused me, though, was this putrid smell of something intoxicating and slightly painful due to it stinging to breathe in a bit; I won’t lie, the sensation felt somewhat nice, though, at least a better feeling than whatever was rubbing against my head excessively, which hopeful would end soon, and as I was being… dragged? I found myself riddled with endless questions.

Like, “Who am I? Where am I? And what exactly is going on at this moment?” All valid and pressing questions. ones that I couldn’t even guess the answers to, given the fact that I can’t even see at the moment; I don’t know why I can’t see anything. Do I even have the will to try and do that? I thought before effortlessly opening them with a minimal will. “Oh,” I exclaimed. “I guess the clarity I received helped a little more than…..”

Green, brown, orange—all these colors aggressively infiltrated my eyes as I slowly began deciphering the origins of where colors were coming from. The sun soon burns its light into my retina as I challenge it and continue to stare into its gaze. The sky is radiant with its blue color, moving ever so slightly as I move opposite of its current. The trees are slightly blocking the view, illuminated by the sun’s embrace, and birds fly about the Tress, gliding with all their grace.

All speeding by, as I am still in motion, As I blink away, side to side, up and down, around and around, as I move my eyeballs and eyelids, excited to finally have control over a part of my body, I then decided to look at my leg area, and before I can get a good look it happens, all the sensation came to a halt and was replaced with the feeling of a strong gust of wind rushing me in the face as I am swung in the air, likely being thrown by something, or someone.

As this is happening, I catch a glimpse of a haze mask for a brief moment before being fully slung about and landing on what I now know is the floor. Hard, and Danm did it hurt, but I’ve felt worse, although I don’t know where, due to the still very strong wall of haze caging me in my own oblivion.

With a slight ache in my back, I find myself now not only in more filth but in a wet pool of muck and dirt that’s absolutely riddled with strange purple splotches, which strangely enough seemed to stain quite a bit of the floor I’ve seen before I was thrown, as well different skins and bones of what I believe could be beast. Which is all very uncomfortable to be laid in, but The smell coming from it was Almost divine.

It was also pretty unpleasant for my throat and lungs, given the fact that the sting had now upgraded to a burning sensation. It’s not an awful one, but it’s still quite painful.

Minutes passed as I sat in the pool of muck, slowly turning into hours—long hours—of useless attempts to progress, dwindling down at the haze, leaving me still very much in a state of disorientation.

This could all be a dream, and I wouldn’t be the wiser. What I am certain about, though, dream or not, is that I am very much in danger. Motionlessly splayed on the floor, within the hours of lying in this muck, I started to hear something. It was too faint for me to distinguish, but as time went on.

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It only got louder and more recognizable. Footstep. Well, more like stumps. Every step taken caused a slight tremble, as whatever was casing it scurried in my direction, rapid and rushed. It actually felt as if a number of something was rushing toward me, and that only sounded more apparent the closer they got. Minutes pass, and at this point, I’m starting to wonder if I could be wrong. maybe it was some kind of earthquake due to how violent and indistinguishable the sound has gotten.

My body was shaking from the aggressive reverberation of the ground around me, into soon, directly above me. I can see them, various creatures crashing into one another, as they frantically and violently begin fighting, desperately trying to get to something.

With my limited view, I can only imagine what it is, that is, until I feel a strong bit at my side, followed by a wave of energy, and then this feeling of dread and pain in my side, before it quickly stops altogether. Then whatever bit me falls on top of me, immovable with all its weight. It doesn’t bother me too much, but it isn’t comfortable either, and this only happens more and more as the weight gets less bearable.

as more beast frantically run over, hoping to get a taste of, I guess, me, as they fight more, take more bites of me, and strangely feeding me more energy, as they fall limp on me, the more it happens, the more I remember. First, there’s my name, Aubrey, which I received from a memory of me being called by a woman.

And like that, an avalanche of more comes crashing in—and without much context, might I add? Luckily, so far, all are what I assume to be fond memories, many of them of four women: one older, two younger but older than me, and the last younger than us all.

Most of us are frantically putting needles to thread and making various garments, while others of us are out and about having various fun outings and fond moments with each other.

All of these memories were accompanied by the feelings and thoughts I had in those moments, from which I was able to find out a few things, like their names, who they all were, and what I used to do, occupation-wise. However, it still felt distant and foreign, most likely due to the haze still doing its best to keep me from anything crucial.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have much time to think them over and try and make more leeway to dissect what was happening and what I was remembering because, before I knew it, bursting out of the ground was what looked like a red and black centipede about several Meters big, quickly burst up meters above me, before slamming into my body and cradling me in its many arms while, simultaneously burrowing me and it into the ground.

I didn’t see much of it, given my face was buried in their abdomen, but I could feel All the dirt and rocks grazing and cutting at my back at break speed. I could somehow sense that this insect was not all that strong compared to the beast I was previously dealing with, but It didn’t matter, as I was a vegetable. So, I was still terrified.

And give the facts. I could tell where ever it was taking, and had a cluster of more similar pests, ready to feed on me, I was right to be so. the closer we got, the stronger their presence became; into, boom!! bursting through what felt like concrete, I fell into a cushion of hard-shelled hundred-legged insects that all went straight into trying to devour me, only to fall limp one after another, feeding me more energy and memories.

Who I am started to get clear as the haze’s structured wall began to weaken. Every bite, my birthday, my favorite color, morals, life lessons, and skills all began to become more apparent up into the last bite I received—the hundredth one, to be exact. I counted. I was fully able to remember who I was, what I wanted, what I enjoyed, who I loved, and what happened to me.

I remember, and I won’t want them to pay, but some haze still remained. I still can’t move, and motor skills and things like that seem to still be lost to me. I’ve upgraded to some jaw action, but that’s all. “that dammed demon really threw me away. for what?” I spoke aloud. “I’m still alive.

Was I not able to take in any more of the fluid?” I thought over what I had just asked for a bit. “can’t be, could it? I don’t feel that horrid sensation as I did before. Did I go completely numb,” no,” I can still feel the dead carcasses around me, the beating of my heart, the pumping of my blood, and the Qi coursing through.

“Oh my goddess!!! How do I have so much, did the experiment work, how? and if so why would they discarded me? it makes no sense. I thought.” Unfortunately for me, I wouldn’t be finding out much anytime soon; there were more centipedes, but they all left once they realized that trying to eat me would kill them, so no more energy from that didn’t seem to do much anyway.

I guess I need to consolidate all this Qi. Maybe I can finally make it to the second stage. I’ll probably even make it to its peak or even the third stage. To think, I thought this would never be possible with my dead bloodline, but for some reason, I doesn’t even feel as it did before anymore.

It seems like it somehow evolved. If only I could muster up some strength to see in what way. For some reason, I can’t even access my Qi. How weird. not to mention the hunger I’m suddenly feeling, and within minutes, its

Quickly starting to become agonizing, as if the acid in my stomach is becoming too hot for my body to contain, as the grumbling splashes it about aggressively, and I can literally feel it reverberating throughout my body, and it feels as if it’s getting ready to burn right through me, and as time goes on it only gets worse, but I can’t, all I have in reach is the centipede abdomen lying slightly arched above my face, but I refuse, it’s an insect, of all things, I have to have some dignity.

Grumble!! grumble!! goes my belly. I can feel my body weakening as my stomach groans and the haze recuperates its strength.

“Oh shit, of all things. don’t tell me I might die if I don’t partake.” Grumble!! Grumble!! my stomach sounds off, threatening to eat me alive if I don’t comply. “I… I guess it can’t be helped,” I said aloud. “may the goddess forgive me”

chomp!! Chomp!!

The energy from the bites sent a truckload of energy, slamming into my body with full force, and then, just like that. I had some finger mobility, another chump!! And there goes another one. Surprisingly, the Insect tasted sweet; it had a similar taste to that of a blueberry but with a little spice to it.

honestly, it was delicious, so I ate more and more, till soon I could feel a toe, eight more fingers, and an arm, and that’s when it happened: I went ravenous, unnaturally eating the centipedes whole in minutes only to go on to eat more of the Insect in my sight as I crawled about the floor almost animal-like, I was as frantic as the animals that wished to claim my life, in only what felt like few 7 hours, or so. I had eaten all a hundred of the insects.

Once I finished, I finally gained control and was able to stand, but as soon as I did, a feeling of exhaustion hit me in waves, threatening to claim my consciousness, most like the work of that nasty little wall of haze that was still somewhat prevalent. So I hunched over a bit and went back to feeling somewhat fine, but one thing was for sure: if I wanted to gain full strength, I needed more.