(Nightmare)
I was feeling better than in the past with the humans outside.
Still uneasy, as they step into .
They are piles of transparent layers. I look through them as they enter. And they see my mind, in their dreams.
My children and friends are showing so signs of unrest. My toys are reactive to this change in the scenery and winds.
Blu is one. The humans are a bigger one.
I’m focused for a while into reading the layers that makes them whole.
Blu flies by their side, to reassure them.
She is an odd one. Casting away her natural right and instinct, to live along them.
Now, since I t Rose, I can sense the presence of blind spots inside my thoughts. Corners I couldn’t notice before. I can’t see them exactly still. But I have begun noticing their impact on my thought processes and logic.
How a part of longs for so humanity is the main dark hole in my mind. I want to deny it exists, but its effects are too manifest.
Language to process thoughts, and affects, are not as innate as I believed they were to .
Consciousness and awareness of , and them.
Hatred. Indifference. Tiredness.
Sowhere... I hate seeing inside humans these parts I recognise from myself as well. It ticks off to notice them clearly now. Rose brought that painful mirror and reversal of aspects to its paroxysm.
In order to survive, I took shelter in a body for a short while. It felt like jail.
I’m feeling better without a constricting and complex body. I’m more free to think and create. I’m more .
As the pretty bird called .
Reading minds and bodies, and reshaping blood into life.
I enjoy that.
~
Their presence keeps bugging like an itch that makes fear sothing worse.
Blu and them now entered my place, to look at the floating islands together.
One of them asks where I am and if the awaken nightmare they feel will pass.
I don’t reply to Blu’s request to show myself to them. I’m thinking.
I’m thinking a lot about sothing.
An idea. Another itch.
Sothing rolling inbetween my blind spots and turning to abstract obsession.
Philosophy...
I forgot to ask for her blood.
Because my mind is busy elsewhere.
And I currently have enough materials to play with new life for a reasonable while.
It bugs .
Rose bugs still.
She threw out of myself.
I keep thinking about that ti.
I’m obsessed about it lately. What it ant and opened.
Because a year has passed, but I haven’t changed.
They have evolved more than I’d like to believe, all of them.
Am I envious? I’m feeling shady now.
I am envious. It itches so much it’s becoming all I can think about now.
The place I was born is a short flight away, on the other shore.
My own satisfaction has always been fulfilled through my actions... And I’ve been safe all this ti while everything died.
But now I feel like I’ve missed sothing all that ti.
Sothing big, but inside one of my ntal blind spots.
Maybe it was that you’ll encounter more things to nourish and challenge your evolution, if you move.
The more you go out of your way to discover things for yourself, the less likely it becos for sothing you’re not aware of, to co and blow you apart suddenly another day.
You need to know what’s out there to be safe... It’s not just safety, and I feel that annoyance rising inside of .
It’s about reaction, transformation, finding more power to grow and evolve.
I can see it as a strategy, a way to learn and transform.
The conclusion of that terrible and terrifying itch is very hard and painful to accept for sothing like .
~
While a good part of my processing abilities was focused on reaching the conclusion of my reflection, the rest of my attention followed Rose’s friends.
Blu wasn’t planning to stay for long.
The younger one wanted to follow her. She wanted to take the opportunity to travel right away to a known, trustworthy destination.
This one just clearly desired what I was yet unable to admit to myself and process.
The older one was very reluctant. But slowly and surely, she was bowing to the younger one’s will.
I looked at their exchanged with renewed attention. With sheer curiosity, I looked closer at their every thought, muscle shifts, emotions and tabolic changes as it went on.
Their array of emotions as they had this exchange kept changing in a very interesting manner.
Colours, slls and sound waves kept flying around their inner solid body, and their outer diffused presence.
For the first ti I recall, I was too curious and amused by sothing to recall my instinctive hatred for humans.
I like to play with life. And now I find one or two who are already amusing as they are, in a very new way to .
Not that new. Bleue was funny trying to debate with .
That’s a part of it I link these elents to.
A wider understanding erges for .
Feeling human can make feel awful and I can’t stand it. I have to vanish.
But on very rare occasions, it can be so much fun...
The older one is too aroused to simply give up and close the debate. She has already given up, but keeps the pestering exchange going longer for a surprising kind of pleasure or happiness. She likes these debates with the younger one.
Blu remains quiet. She probably sees it too like I do. I think she’s laughing.
I’m amused, but mostly I can feel envy...
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The play ends. Different forms of pleasure fill their brains. They had fun arguing with each other. A lot.
They’ve decided to fly along an invisible track that Blu will lay out for them as she returns straight to Rose. A new aim for their travel they agreed upon.
So that one day later, they can catch up the four of them.
Sowhere so distant over the continent, I don’t have a clue what it could be like.
anwhile, my own brain has reached its conclusion after learning everything that happened right there inside of .
My birds can feel it and are now acting a little strange. Blu is already gone on her way but I don’t care about her. She’s not the most interesting one. I only care about and my enjoynt.
And now I’m decided.
I pull myself out of the islands and veins. I’m pulling myself out of myself.
My invisible wider existence begins to condensate where I’ve decided it will happen.
They hear a sound unlike anything else probably. Like a deep string vibrating out of nowhere.
Dark smokes are exhaled from the underground veins all around the landscape, and gather sowhere along the sunken city. It lasts for maybe a minute, where day light fades, and a massive ceiling of darkness floats above them.
I incarnate myself there as it rapidly condensates into a minute shape in space. A whirlpool cleanses the sky in a few seconds and my shape appears.
My body is a simplistic drawing, but with the full density of my existence behind it this ti.
That teenager shape therefore appears with a lot of weight as the darkness that clouded the sky disappears as fast as it appeared prior.
My silhouette, my amorphous body of my condensed self, falls to the ground.
The ground breaks down under my huge mass and I feel gravity pulling down even further. One of my knee reached the ground that cracked further as I recovered my balance of strengths. That new body of mine is very raw.
In front of , I don’t need eyes to read everything they do and think. As they even say aloud, I’m still inside their head. But that sudden appearance and fall of a dark body ahead of them wasn’t an hallucination.
They’re on their guards now, as my black silhouette stands up in front of them, a few tres ahead.
I can better see their ship as well from here. It’s still the sa. They will travel by flight with that...
Thoughts are processed and I make my call.
I command my favourite toy to co to .
My best work so far lied not that far. It very rapidly is on its way, and reaches us before the two humans decided on anything about .
My most massive of creations lands behind like a high wall before the city. This one is a more perfected and ambitious version of the experint that Yaelun was. An imnse body with dozens of wings, large and powerful enough to carry anything into the air. My favourite creation.
The most perfected and powerful one.
I step toward them, while the huge beast behind spreads its imnse wings for a good stretch. They are dozens of tres high.
They’re stepping backward, weapons in hand as I get closer. They are funny.
I vanish before their eyes. I travel through the ground, while filling their eyes with more nightmares.
I solidify, reappearing right by their side. They’re terrified. It’s becoming exciting to . They’re fun. I like that.
N - I think... I will be traveling along with you, for a while...
They don’t know what to think, shivering, shaking. I’m sincere though. I extend my hands for them to hold and shake even.
N - I’m pleased to et you... Let’s be friend, shall we?
They timidly grip and shake my hands. One each.
M - I’m Myls... Hello again Nightmare.
Z - I’m Zeslinry...
I grin.
I think it’s going to be fun.
~
I’ve left them go on ahead. I’ll easily catch up with them on my own ride.
My masterpiece lifts its head like a huge snake above the cityscape. We’re almost ready.
I want to make sure the last eggs I was creating or hatching are being cared for properly.
Then I will say goodbye to all my birds.
I will see for myself what lies outside in the world for a little while.
My human looking shape, until I think of a better form to assu, will suffice.
I’m ready.
I hop onto my imnse ride.
The dragon spread its nurous wings and then lifts off.
Ah... The wind, I can feel it now. It’s nice. I can enjoy that.
Far ahead, I see their ship.
I will learn things on my travel.
But I think I’m also going to have so fun.
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