Blue. Gold. Fire. Pink.
The floating orb in Azah’s hands slowly drifted between colours and materials.
Silver. Blood. Gray.
Each colour was a memory, but that was as much as the others had ever figured out.
Sand. Sea. Stone.
Here, in her world of black and white, colour always had meaning.
Lavender. Green. Dust. Brown.
Most importantly, they conveyed the very essence of life.
Blue. Red. White. Snow.
The entire story of her life, emotions packed one by one into a sphere smaller than a skull.
Copper. Crystal. Stone.
Troubles and Despair, Happiness and fortune, secreted away where no one would see.
Blood. Fire. Ink. Death.
The sphere vanished into thin air, the cycle complete.
Azah sighed, leaning backwards to sprawl on the floor. It never got any easier, even a thousand years later. The world shifted and blurred, showing her a glimpse of a universe that was not hers. It passed after a moment, leaving behind nothing but an aching in her skull and the taste of blood in her mouth.
When she woke up again the ground beneath her squished like ooze, not granular enough to be wet sand nor was it liquid enough to be some sort of mud. The sweet smell was overwhelming and disorienting, permeating the air. For now, her ears seemed to be having trouble adjusting to the sudden shift in time and space. The only thing she could hear was a constant ringing. Heaving herself up from the ground with some difficulty in the unstable turf, Kassandra opened her eyes to see… Icing.
Nothing but sugary buttercream icing coated the ground, swept into drifts like sand dunes as though someone had forgotten to smooth it out. The oddities didn’t stop there. Covering the expanse in front of her, she could see towering trees striped like candy canes. Behind her was a cliff that seemed to be made of chocolate cake, layered with fudge icing. The mere existence of this environment baffled her, further confounding her with the appearance of a distinctively gelatin bear climbing one of the trees. Kassandra took in a deep breath, sweetly scented of mint and vanilla, circling to gather in all the finer details. The ringing never faded, making it hard to truly get a grasp on all that this was.
“Think Kass…. This is definitely not the same world you were just in… and the others are not present. The dulled senses are from a sudden jump across the space between… and you are in a body that very clearly is not your original one… so you’re still dead. This world must have collided with the other one, dragging a small part of us along with it but not the whole. So. I can come to the conclusion that I am very alone… and with no chance of rescue, in a very isolated universe.”
She stood facing the trees agian, suddenly furious at the inanimate objects. With only the slightest of whims she turned the icing beneath her into a hand gun, spinning and unloading what would have been three clips of bullets or more into the spongy turf.
The floating orb in Azah’s hands slowly drifted between colours and materials.
Silver. Blood. Gray.
Each colour was a memory, but that was as much as the others had ever figured out.
Sand. Sea. Stone.
Here, in her world of black and white, colour always had meaning.
Lavender. Green. Dust. Brown.
Most importantly, they conveyed the very essence of life.
Blue. Red. White. Snow.
The entire story of her life, emotions packed one by one into a sphere smaller than a skull.
Copper. Crystal. Stone.
Troubles and Despair, Happiness and fortune, secreted away where no one would see.
Blood. Fire. Ink. Death.
The sphere vanished into thin air, the cycle complete.
Azah sighed, leaning backwards to sprawl on the floor. It never got any easier, even a thousand years later. The world shifted and blurred, showing her a glimpse of a universe that was not hers. It passed after a moment, leaving behind nothing but an aching in her skull and the taste of blood in her mouth.
When she woke up again the ground beneath her squished like ooze, not granular enough to be wet sand nor was it liquid enough to be some sort of mud. The sweet smell was overwhelming and disorienting, permeating the air. For now, her ears seemed to be having trouble adjusting to the sudden shift in time and space. The only thing she could hear was a constant ringing. Heaving herself up from the ground with some difficulty in the unstable turf, Kassandra opened her eyes to see… Icing.
Nothing but sugary buttercream icing coated the ground, swept into drifts like sand dunes as though someone had forgotten to smooth it out. The oddities didn’t stop there. Covering the expanse in front of her, she could see towering trees striped like candy canes. Behind her was a cliff that seemed to be made of chocolate cake, layered with fudge icing. The mere existence of this environment baffled her, further confounding her with the appearance of a distinctively gelatin bear climbing one of the trees. Kassandra took in a deep breath, sweetly scented of mint and vanilla, circling to gather in all the finer details. The ringing never faded, making it hard to truly get a grasp on all that this was.
“Think Kass…. This is definitely not the same world you were just in… and the others are not present. The dulled senses are from a sudden jump across the space between… and you are in a body that very clearly is not your original one… so you’re still dead. This world must have collided with the other one, dragging a small part of us along with it but not the whole. So. I can come to the conclusion that I am very alone… and with no chance of rescue, in a very isolated universe.”
She stood facing the trees agian, suddenly furious at the inanimate objects. With only the slightest of whims she turned the icing beneath her into a hand gun, spinning and unloading what would have been three clips of bullets or more into the spongy turf.