"I am tired of this." I feel empty and broken, but if there is a slim chance that one day someone or something would wake me up.
I want to bet on it.
For now,
As I drowned in my thoughts I started feeling sleepy eventhough am doing nothing thinking too much can also be mentally taxing.
" maybe i should take a nap ...for..some... time"
....
In the faraway reaches of darkness , something is breaking into the void, chasing away the darkness present a leakage between dimensions a rift made from the distortion of space and time emerges and from within it something seems to be grasping the void anchoring on it as support.
They were roots of light, their golden hue illuminated the darkness, the size of each one was like that of a celestial body their golden energy slowly spread across the void flowing from the rift and with them ideas and concepts that were bygone returned.
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First, it was light it jolted across the empty void until it found an object it could not penetrate it was solid , cold though it did not have a shadow it was more like a projection it had the shape of a man with black hair , a moderate physique and pale skin he was wearing a torn up suit adorned with an armor and a few relics as the light caressed his face he slowly woke up.
It took him a moment to process the reality, and after that, another moment doubting what's in front of him soon enough, the realisation kicked in, and his black eyes that shaked nonstop came to a sudden halt.
He centres his body and follows the source of light he barely had any momentum, but slowly, he was reaching into it after a long time passed away he reached the rift.
The second was gravity. Its effect was oppressing with the sheer will of dominating all to be beneath it as it was doing its job and spreading influence over the vicinity an object a man approached hovering. Defying the rules it had set as the man slowly reached the great beacon like source of light *thud* he fell on the plane of darkness
emotions followed, sensing a conscious to inhabit they saw the thinker fall on the ground and exerted his plethora of feelings
he cried out in pain at the sight of his mangled legs, then laughed joyously as he remembered the pain he had forgotten the pain that reminded him he was human.
Nevertheless, he suppressed his newfound agony, dread , despair, joy, and sadness in exchange for determination, one fueled by the fear of experience solidarity and the desire for regaining what he once had.
He crawled on the plane beneath him, slowly reaching towards the nearest golden root one of great size he tried to hold it to use it for support he was hopeful but not thoughtful enough to consider that the blinding light can be as dangerous as the stale darkness.
As he places his hand on the surface of the light source.
"My ....hand?"
It started to crumble down.
"It's fading?! "
Fade into unobservable particles before disappearing completely.