Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

It trickled in, slowly. This warmth, this energy. It held a vibrancy to it, seeming to shimmer as it drifted in from all sides.

In closed in around me, becoming a vortex of light. Surrounding me. Encompassing me. Suddenly, my thoughts lifted and it felt like I could see.

Where is this?

Why am I here?

Who am I?

….What am I?

Nothing.

Nothingness on all sides.

I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t feel anyone. I pushed out, frantic, trying to grasp the world around me.

I was surrounded. On all sides.

What is this? Soil? ...Dirt? Why is it here? It’s suffocating.

I pushed out again, trying to dispel this feeling. The air shimmered, energies seeming to seep out of me and into the area around me.

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The energy? It never left, it was here the whole time. It transformed to become me.

This energy was mine, and the soil too, became mine. Infused with my energy, it seemed to become a part of my very being. And once more, I push.

Shudder.

Responding to my will, the dirt separates off of my body, freeing me. I breathe in the air. It is stagnate. There is no life.

This is wrong.

Is there truly nothing here? Then, why am I here?

Feeling desperate, I push deeper. The progress in painfully slow, but I keep going. As the space around me widens, I start to feel dizzy. A buzzing noise sounds in my ears, and as my vision blurs, I stop.

I cannot feel the energy, it is no more.

I feel my body shudder as it rights itself, the crystalline end floating a small distance above the ground.

Crystal?

I strain my vision, trying to bring it into focus once more as I behold myself for the first time.

I am a crystal.

Long, slender, and with a sharp point on each end. White, or perhaps a pale yellow color. This is what I am. But is this all that I am?

Looking around, I feel confusion. I have created a fairly large and perfectly spherical cavern around myself. And yet… still I feel nothing. My cavern is at least three crystal lengths tall, and yet all I can sense is the dirt.

Is it normal for crystals to be surrounded by dirt? It is.

This, however, is wrong. I start feeling dizzy again. I should not be here. I needed to blow away this dirt and get to the… not dirt.

The outside.

Even though I am a crystal, I should not be enclosed by dirt. This feels correct; but if so, am I really a true crystal? Am I different somehow?

I am-

The world seems to jolt, and the buzzing noise resumes. I- I’m…

A dungeon.

But what is a dungeon? What I am, what I truly am is…

Lost.