by Poplar » Mon Apr 01, 2019 2:28 pm
username: Poplar
kalon name: Prism
a recurring dream: (max 1000 words)
The spirits still around me tell me I'm a lucky one, the knowledge of my name means I'll be around for a long time
They said they all forgot theirs, and simply do not care to find out. Being trapped in a world you cannot interact with for hundreds of years can make one go mad, and memories faded quickly for them. But they told me there were a few like me, only half dead, only half there. I was connected, they told me as long as my body still kept me here, I would not fade.
Though I did not need sleep, closing my eyes helped remind me of what I had to get back to.
My dream was always the same, a swirling mess of pastel colors, my limbs felt thick and heavy, and my eyes barely stayed open. A burning smell filled my nostrils, and my heart raced. This was no dream, but a nightmare. The colors were like a fog, obscuring my view of the beyond.
The dream was never exactly the same, but this feeling, this place... They were always the same.
Sometimes the fog grew thin, and I could see bright lights above. If I was lucky, voices pushed through, begging me to come back.
I always reached out to them, I always begged and cried for these people, these voices that I could not place but I remembered. Faces that were blurs, faces that I knew I should know but could not seem to find.
And then I’d wake, the spirits comforting me, telling me that soon I’d be like them and the pain would be gone and I would forget.
But I, I simply don’t want to forget.
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Poplar on Mon Apr 08, 2019 3:02 am, edited 4 times in total.
I'm Sorin! I use they/xe/it/he pronouns! I haven't been on this site in a while but may be getting back into it :)