(Sub)Liminal Space
Mar 5, 2020 22:06:03 GMT -6
Post by Morgan on Mar 5, 2020 22:06:03 GMT -6
Morgan had been having a lot of odd dreams, as of late. Some of them were empty dreams that Morgan could not remember (and they usually remembered every dream they had, so it was nerve wracking to specifically not remember them). Those dreams caused the blond human to wake up drenched in sweat, on their feet, sockless and glasses-less in the foggy world holding a brand new egg. This time, Morgan had a strange understanding of what to do with the egg, which Morgan could tell wasn't a tat-lung... Somehow. They felt something far more than the bit of a tug on their heart whenever they looked at it. In fact, they clutched it desperately to their chest in an attempt to quell the angina so tight in their chest that it was borderline heart-attack level painful. A deep, harsh ache that made Morgan want to clutch their fingers and rip out whatever was causing the pain like a thorn in the side.
And then something whispers to them, mysteriously from within the egg, and it HURTS. The whisper is a cacophony, is a blast, is a thunderclap and a bell peal and a ROAR. Morgan shudders with it, and goes instinctively to the Hall... What Hall? Hall of Dreams apparently. Morgan isn't sure how they know that. It was within them, like they knew all along. They don't remember occupying the space between here and there, from where they had come from before to the Hall of Dreams. They give a nod to the Shalaya keeper, and then move towards the curtains, laying their head down and cuddling the egg close, closer, closest, as if to meld it with the heart that felt like ripping even though they really wanted to clap their hands over their ears because LOUD and STOP PLEASE and YOU'RE HURTING ME-
But it is a sweet hurt, a pain. Morgan swallowed it, the cacophony, the pain. And then, they dreamed.
It is storming.
The sky is an angry, roiling grey and black and green, clouds thick and moving rapidly above over one another. The human is so small, standing on the edge of a wheatfield, in a liminal space that feels desolate. The wheat is golden and scratchy whispering as the wind rips it back and forth, threatening to take Morgan with it. The sky lights up with thunderous lightning using the clouds as a personal race course, crackling. Threatening. The peal of thunder is LOUD so LOUD it SCREAMS and Morgan knows that it is their voice.
They shudder, and then turn. Typically unafraid of storms, Morgan high-tails it to the safety of a thicket, and the dream SHIFTS. The human is walking through the forest. It is magical, for too lush and deep, dark and mysterious. Small things glow here and there along the way, and Morgan tries to find their way through the deep dark forest across the wet loam and away from the storm brewing beyond. They get lost, wandering for hours in a second.
Immediately, they stumbled upon the first clue- something moves beyond the brush. A step, like a deer, and then when Morgan tries to move forward to see the creature, it changes, into the form of a tiny... Playful red animal. The fluffy thing runs further into the forest, and Morgan chases it... Chases him. He's mysterious, and flittering, and suddenly, Morgan stands in front of a cathedral. The creature finds a fork in a nearby autumn tree, and curls up in it, watching Morgan with sad, deep eyes.
Morgan can see the red of the autumn leaves, and looks past it to see the countless stars across the rich black-blue velvet of the sky. It is too real to Morgan, but spinning in endless circles. Morgan moves into the cathedral, the storm chasing them within it with a threatening RUMBLED Thunder. Above the door on the inside is a globe of stars, casting glowing constellation lights across the entire room- and Morgan knows that this is somehow a part of him.
The human walks along the pews as they had walked along the wheatfield's rows many times before. It begins raining harshly outside, thundering and roaring again, and Morgan sits below the altar, on their knees, and they're suddenly holding the constellation orb. But how did they get it? And suddenly, something stands where the altar was- and it is dark.
All Morgan can see is the cast glow from the orb, and that MASK. With those TEETH. Morgan shudders, feeling utterly naked in the gaze.
And all is silent and still, until he BOOMS.
The sky is an angry, roiling grey and black and green, clouds thick and moving rapidly above over one another. The human is so small, standing on the edge of a wheatfield, in a liminal space that feels desolate. The wheat is golden and scratchy whispering as the wind rips it back and forth, threatening to take Morgan with it. The sky lights up with thunderous lightning using the clouds as a personal race course, crackling. Threatening. The peal of thunder is LOUD so LOUD it SCREAMS and Morgan knows that it is their voice.
They shudder, and then turn. Typically unafraid of storms, Morgan high-tails it to the safety of a thicket, and the dream SHIFTS. The human is walking through the forest. It is magical, for too lush and deep, dark and mysterious. Small things glow here and there along the way, and Morgan tries to find their way through the deep dark forest across the wet loam and away from the storm brewing beyond. They get lost, wandering for hours in a second.
Immediately, they stumbled upon the first clue- something moves beyond the brush. A step, like a deer, and then when Morgan tries to move forward to see the creature, it changes, into the form of a tiny... Playful red animal. The fluffy thing runs further into the forest, and Morgan chases it... Chases him. He's mysterious, and flittering, and suddenly, Morgan stands in front of a cathedral. The creature finds a fork in a nearby autumn tree, and curls up in it, watching Morgan with sad, deep eyes.
Morgan can see the red of the autumn leaves, and looks past it to see the countless stars across the rich black-blue velvet of the sky. It is too real to Morgan, but spinning in endless circles. Morgan moves into the cathedral, the storm chasing them within it with a threatening RUMBLED Thunder. Above the door on the inside is a globe of stars, casting glowing constellation lights across the entire room- and Morgan knows that this is somehow a part of him.
The human walks along the pews as they had walked along the wheatfield's rows many times before. It begins raining harshly outside, thundering and roaring again, and Morgan sits below the altar, on their knees, and they're suddenly holding the constellation orb. But how did they get it? And suddenly, something stands where the altar was- and it is dark.
All Morgan can see is the cast glow from the orb, and that MASK. With those TEETH. Morgan shudders, feeling utterly naked in the gaze.
And all is silent and still, until he BOOMS.
At this, Morgan awakes- the dream is not a nightmare. Their skin is not slick with sweat, but their heart is HAMMERING, ringing with the bell-peal of Him...
Of Endymion.
[(Image One), (Image Two), (Image Three) : Name (Endymion), Body Type (Deerlike), Affinity (Resounding), Nature (Contemplative).]
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[(Image One), (Image Two), (Image Three) : Name (Endymion), Body Type (Deerlike), Affinity (Resounding), Nature (Contemplative).]
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