2014.01.17 - Silver Darkness

As if the dream continues or repeats itself, the wraithlike figure finds herself in a fall through darkness again, the floating islands long left behind above. No matter where she turns, only pitch black night meets the eye while an ice cold wind passes her body, being the only indicator of the fall. 
Like a death-bell words without any emotion rumble over her body, shaking through her bones like thunder as if the abyss talks to her. “Darkness!” As the wave seems to pass her and the ears have adapted to the silence after, the falling Avatar of Jane at first hears only the rush of blood in her ears, but then it seems more to be a whisper in the same commanding, luring voice of the abyss as the single word, whispering in a low level chorus. “Defile destroy dominate demolish…” The whispers seemed to go on endlessly, repeating and iterating words of corruption in a senseless manner.
Taking a deep breath of the icy air surrounding her, she felt her nose and lungs painfully as they felt as if dunked in boiling water, the torment trying to stop her from the agony of inhaling more of it but she endured until she felt her lungs full of the painfully cold gas, the eyes filled with tears. In an effort to channel her pain and silence the unnerving whispers she opened her mouth and screamed into the emptiness around her “Who are you?! Show yourself!”
The reply was nothing but absolute silence. Not only the whispers stopped, but also the air from the fall seemed to deny the hissing sound it should make as it passed her body and ears and even the bloodstream in those went on without any sound. Was it a second, a minute or an aeon? To Jane it felt as if time was not able to be measured here, as nothing existed to compare the flow against.
When an answer came, it was none she had expected. A Demon or such would have been a good guess, but it was kind of alien. Like a silver wave ‘’something’’ zoomed in from under her, passing her in a blinding flash of light to disappear behind her, only accompanied by just the same words she had spoken, just giving the emphasis to you: “Who are you?”
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Bathed in sweat Jane awoke, her eyes slowly adapting to the darkness around her. Darkness? No, dim light fell through the smeared glass of the motel and a greenish glow surrounded the pointers of the clock. A dream? Again? Or was it something different?
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