The last thing I remember… It was a bright light, it started as a small light in the sky. It got bigger, and bigger, until I couldn't see anything; nobody could see anything. When the blinding light finally subsided, the ties to our past had somehow unraveled and disseminated. The next question soon arose - where am I?
I'm surrounded by fire, yet I cannot feel the heat; only a cool breeze emanates, its origin, outwardly inconceivable. As I continue on my lone path, it becomes plainly obvious that I am the only person here… The only human, at least. As I continue my steady pace, the same thought keeps creeping up from the back of my mind. Am I the only one left? No. I must stop. My sanity can handle no more than what I'm witnessing before my eyes; I must not think of it. As I continue forward I am met by a set of stairs; ascend them, it is the only option. What I witnessed next took my breath away at an instant. A rather large landing with narrow pathways, inhabited by ghosts.. or spirits.. or.. something. The ethereal creatures float above the ground, appearing to be nothing but orbs of light; shaded in red, and few white; appear to be wandering aimlessly. The creatures identify as nothing more than Frozen. What was I doing in this, of all places? Why am I stuck in some sort of, what can only be explained as purgatory with the Frozen?
As I was wandering through this Farplane, I gaze met with a large structure; a massive statue of a demonic-looking bunny. It spoke softly in a fortuitous voice: "Lay a hand on me, and you will be blessed with experience." The voice, as impersonal and foreign it sounded to me, felt somehow familiar. With little hesitation, I laid my hand upon the cold, inert statue. The longer my hand laid on the statue, the more vehemently my mind started to ask the question: "Where am I? … How did I get here?" The thought slowly started to consume my consciousness, I couldn't distract myself from it; it became my entire reality for what seemed like forever… Only a moment had passed, and the prevailing thought escaped my lips without my knowing; I had asked the statue. A voice softly spoke to me; not the statue, a voice I had heard before. This voice sounded even more familiar than the statue's voice. It almost sounded like… I let out a gasp. It was my own voice.
The voice told me, "You're in Cyntara."
"Cyntara? … Well, how did I get here?"
The voice guided, perfectly, "Well, that's simple, Red. You're The Great Creator."
I'm surrounded by fire, yet I cannot feel the heat; only a cool breeze emanates, its origin, outwardly inconceivable. As I continue on my lone path, it becomes plainly obvious that I am the only person here… The only human, at least. As I continue my steady pace, the same thought keeps creeping up from the back of my mind. Am I the only one left? No. I must stop. My sanity can handle no more than what I'm witnessing before my eyes; I must not think of it. As I continue forward I am met by a set of stairs; ascend them, it is the only option. What I witnessed next took my breath away at an instant. A rather large landing with narrow pathways, inhabited by ghosts.. or spirits.. or.. something. The ethereal creatures float above the ground, appearing to be nothing but orbs of light; shaded in red, and few white; appear to be wandering aimlessly. The creatures identify as nothing more than Frozen. What was I doing in this, of all places? Why am I stuck in some sort of, what can only be explained as purgatory with the Frozen?
The voice told me, "You're in Cyntara."
"Cyntara? … Well, how did I get here?"
The voice guided, perfectly, "Well, that's simple, Red. You're The Great Creator."
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Red
on 29 Jun 16 02:55 AM.