Somewhere out in the darkness, where rarely a soul has ever tried, there exist more, and more, always spreading out, always closing in, dying and being born again. Mortal minds which cannot perceive of infinity would do well to stay away from the endless dark surface, for they'd be driven loonier than a bunch of toons, in its presence. There, in the void filled to the brim, silence reigns with a cacophony of every sound imaginable, and even more which could ever be conceived. There in a world, of worlds, a nexus of dimensions, a universe of gates and locks, the stillness is broken. In a far off corner, of an endless rolling ocean of night, something stirs from beneath the surface, breaking through the flat plains like an aquatic mammal coming up for air. It's a tiny ripple, at first, but then latter comes along, and with it, the ripples grows until there's a massive surge of darkness speeding along, gathering up the stillness, adding it to its mass, like a snowball going down a mountain side.
As massive as the sight would be, could anyone see it, things go on through all the tiny little realms known to worlds to the being living on them as normal, and hardly an eye blinks as the surge pulls their lands in with them. Not everyone is this fortunate, of course, or what kind of story would we have. Some people, for reasons unknown, are blessed, or cursed, depending on how you'd look at one being pulled away from their loving, or crappy, regular lives, into something far grander, without the safety nets that come from standing in a place you, and all the generations before you, have always thought to be the only thing that was.
Its hard to explain the sensation of being pulled into the waters like a child being yanked off the edge of a beach by a wave, and even harder to describe what its like to have your soul and body, pinched together like an oreo cookie with its filling and yanked through a thin membrane that's both hot and cold, with a texture like Jello. There's a feeling of distortion as the world falls away from your feet, and the air around you just goes poof, and there's no air for desperate lungs to draw in. Wonders go on around you, stars, and plains shoot by your eyes like comets, filling your vision with light. It doesn't matter though, none of the wonders, because the air is the only thing on your mind. A man with a big check and nice suit could walk up and tell you everything will be easier now because your rich, and all you need to do is sign on the dotted line, and the only thing you'd do in return is open your mouth and try to draw in whatever it was he was breathing.
It doesn't go on forever though, the tumbling sensations, and brighter than the sun images. It couldn't. YOu wouldn't last, and what good is sensory experiences without a mind to understand something was being experienced. No, it comes to a stop. You stop. Not where you were when you started, but there's air there, and for the moment nothing else matters.
Jynmi gasped as everything around him suddenly became relevant, and he sucked down air like a vacuumed sucked up dirt. There wasn't time to notice things though, because before he could, he found that he was falling, and panic was in order, or would've been if not for the sudden ice cold water that surrounded him.
"Holy Jeez." He gasped as his head broke the surface of a small pond, surrounded by green trees. "God, that's cold." With a frantic gulp, he looked around, and headed towards the nearest beach. "Its cold. Its cold." Muttering it over and over again until he reached the dry earth, and dropped on it like a sack filled with anything but helium. "I'm going to get sick. I just know it. So much for a budget. I'm starting to really regret not getting insurance."
Awwooba. Something called from the trees. Awwoowwoba, something responding, and it was that sound that drove home the fact that Jynmi wasn't home anymore. Hell, looking at the trees, and noting the strange shades of yellow and blue along the edges of some of the leaves, he was certain he wasn't anywhere near home.
As massive as the sight would be, could anyone see it, things go on through all the tiny little realms known to worlds to the being living on them as normal, and hardly an eye blinks as the surge pulls their lands in with them. Not everyone is this fortunate, of course, or what kind of story would we have. Some people, for reasons unknown, are blessed, or cursed, depending on how you'd look at one being pulled away from their loving, or crappy, regular lives, into something far grander, without the safety nets that come from standing in a place you, and all the generations before you, have always thought to be the only thing that was.
Its hard to explain the sensation of being pulled into the waters like a child being yanked off the edge of a beach by a wave, and even harder to describe what its like to have your soul and body, pinched together like an oreo cookie with its filling and yanked through a thin membrane that's both hot and cold, with a texture like Jello. There's a feeling of distortion as the world falls away from your feet, and the air around you just goes poof, and there's no air for desperate lungs to draw in. Wonders go on around you, stars, and plains shoot by your eyes like comets, filling your vision with light. It doesn't matter though, none of the wonders, because the air is the only thing on your mind. A man with a big check and nice suit could walk up and tell you everything will be easier now because your rich, and all you need to do is sign on the dotted line, and the only thing you'd do in return is open your mouth and try to draw in whatever it was he was breathing.
It doesn't go on forever though, the tumbling sensations, and brighter than the sun images. It couldn't. YOu wouldn't last, and what good is sensory experiences without a mind to understand something was being experienced. No, it comes to a stop. You stop. Not where you were when you started, but there's air there, and for the moment nothing else matters.
Jynmi gasped as everything around him suddenly became relevant, and he sucked down air like a vacuumed sucked up dirt. There wasn't time to notice things though, because before he could, he found that he was falling, and panic was in order, or would've been if not for the sudden ice cold water that surrounded him.
"Holy Jeez." He gasped as his head broke the surface of a small pond, surrounded by green trees. "God, that's cold." With a frantic gulp, he looked around, and headed towards the nearest beach. "Its cold. Its cold." Muttering it over and over again until he reached the dry earth, and dropped on it like a sack filled with anything but helium. "I'm going to get sick. I just know it. So much for a budget. I'm starting to really regret not getting insurance."
Awwooba. Something called from the trees. Awwoowwoba, something responding, and it was that sound that drove home the fact that Jynmi wasn't home anymore. Hell, looking at the trees, and noting the strange shades of yellow and blue along the edges of some of the leaves, he was certain he wasn't anywhere near home.
