Post by hengest on Oct 21, 2022 21:55:05 GMT -5
After sinking into sleep, you find yourself somehow still awake.
Blackness all around, but you still sense your own awareness and the slow trickle of your thoughts.
Curious, you will yourself "downward."
Sensing no movement, you find the blackness peeling away as you sink deeper into a vivid picture of the daylight world. Everything looks exceptionally crisp, like everything is in the foreground as you ponder it.
Yet you do not stop. You sink ever deeper, now into a pit of nothingness beyond blackness.
On willing yourself further downward, nothing happens. You are acutely aware of your awareness, but nothing else.
A whim seems as large as your entire awareness now, as you faintly imagine yourself moving not downward, but inward. Again you find your surroundings change, but as they do, your awareness seems to blend with them.
You feel that the things before you are the mechanisms of your own mind. They are perfectly familiar to you, and utterly alien.
An object like a fruit glows before you. You cannot name its color, but you see its past and its future at once. They are beyond the fruit and are contained within it. As you gaze upon it, your awareness moves smoothly from it to a thousand other objects, yet the fruit still absorbs all your attention.
You look away from the fruit and hear a call, an echo that swallows itself. You think it is speech that you have forgotten, but no, now it seems to be a clear, quiet tone.
Listening to the tone, you note that it grows, enveloping all that you could see, swallowing it.
Your mind fades to white and then to the surroundings you knew before you fell asleep. You are still asleep, but you can feel that tone and see that fruit in everything around you. You sit up, find your hands, and raise them before your face.
Blackness all around, but you still sense your own awareness and the slow trickle of your thoughts.
Curious, you will yourself "downward."
Sensing no movement, you find the blackness peeling away as you sink deeper into a vivid picture of the daylight world. Everything looks exceptionally crisp, like everything is in the foreground as you ponder it.
Yet you do not stop. You sink ever deeper, now into a pit of nothingness beyond blackness.
On willing yourself further downward, nothing happens. You are acutely aware of your awareness, but nothing else.
A whim seems as large as your entire awareness now, as you faintly imagine yourself moving not downward, but inward. Again you find your surroundings change, but as they do, your awareness seems to blend with them.
You feel that the things before you are the mechanisms of your own mind. They are perfectly familiar to you, and utterly alien.
An object like a fruit glows before you. You cannot name its color, but you see its past and its future at once. They are beyond the fruit and are contained within it. As you gaze upon it, your awareness moves smoothly from it to a thousand other objects, yet the fruit still absorbs all your attention.
You look away from the fruit and hear a call, an echo that swallows itself. You think it is speech that you have forgotten, but no, now it seems to be a clear, quiet tone.
Listening to the tone, you note that it grows, enveloping all that you could see, swallowing it.
Your mind fades to white and then to the surroundings you knew before you fell asleep. You are still asleep, but you can feel that tone and see that fruit in everything around you. You sit up, find your hands, and raise them before your face.
