Mod Description You are lying on your back looking up at the sky. You are comfortable. It may be that you lie on a soft patch of grass, on a sandy beach or in your bed from home. It may even be that you float in water, lie on a rooftop or on the branch of a tree. The important thing is that you feel safe here, you feel comfortable, the temperature is just right.
You are looking up at the most beautiful sky you have ever seen. It may be the bluest of blue. It may be a night sky pricked with a million stars. You may be in space itself. It may even be softly raining or a sky of dark tumultuous storm clouds. But it is beautiful, whatever you deem to be so.
For a moment everything is just right with the world. But then, from the edges of your vision, there are dark shapes. You can't quite name them. But dark, jagged, wrong. They blot out your perfect sky.
You are falling. The ground beneath you has vanished. Falling not just downwards but upwards, outwards. Your consciousness has shattered and you are falling in every direction that ever was, falling through reality itself.
There is a scream, a scream of a million voices. A scream that fills every sense of you and you realise that one of the voices in the scream is your own.
You wake up.
Aaron Specifics He is floating in a vast sea of water, gently rocking. The water is comfortable and just the right level of warm as it rocks him gently. He feels safe as he gazes upon a sky of the darkest velvety violets, dappled with a galaxy of stars, some streaking across the sky as they chase each other in a game of tag.
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timeasmymeasure
23rd of Egret
Date: 2020-04-18 11:18 pm (UTC)You are lying on your back looking up at the sky. You are comfortable. It may be that you lie on a soft patch of grass, on a sandy beach or in your bed from home. It may even be that you float in water, lie on a rooftop or on the branch of a tree. The important thing is that you feel safe here, you feel comfortable, the temperature is just right.
You are looking up at the most beautiful sky you have ever seen. It may be the bluest of blue. It may be a night sky pricked with a million stars. You may be in space itself. It may even be softly raining or a sky of dark tumultuous storm clouds. But it is beautiful, whatever you deem to be so.
For a moment everything is just right with the world. But then, from the edges of your vision, there are dark shapes. You can't quite name them. But dark, jagged, wrong. They blot out your perfect sky.
You are falling. The ground beneath you has vanished. Falling not just downwards but upwards, outwards. Your consciousness has shattered and you are falling in every direction that ever was, falling through reality itself.
There is a scream, a scream of a million voices. A scream that fills every sense of you and you realise that one of the voices in the scream is your own.
You wake up.
Aaron Specifics
He is floating in a vast sea of water, gently rocking. The water is comfortable and just the right level of warm as it rocks him gently. He feels safe as he gazes upon a sky of the darkest velvety violets, dappled with a galaxy of stars, some streaking across the sky as they chase each other in a game of tag.