Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2012 20:48:45 GMT
(Decided to write a prologue, as I eventually concluded it fits with the story. I'll finish chapter 7 eventually, promise! In a book, this would be placed before chapter 1 as if you cleaver clogs couldn't tell.)
A black sun rested on a sea of fire off in the distance, casting a light that felt more like darkness. It obscured all view, and he could see nothing around him except the sky. And feel the cold gravel beneath his feet. He was breathing it, letting it into his heart and mind, his lungs felt broken from breathing this, and his feet ached, his head ached, he could feel everything ached in protest of living. But it wasn't in pain in exertion or fatigue, he could feel it. A void in his soul, swirling around and trying desperately to mend it's self. Trying to use the dark light to mend it's self, and as he breathed, he felt it filling up, like simple dirt being placed into a deep well carved into the endless landscape, it was something new. Something he had only imagined happened in fairy tales, or perhaps only something experienced in the depths of the most perverse mind. Or maybe any old average mind. He felt himself explode, he felt his soul be filled up, more so, overflowing, and become enveloped in the blessings of the black sun. Yes, he was about to transcend himself. Whatever came next was irrelevant, by whim of the light, he had finally found his true self as his body faded away into irrelevancy...
A black sun rested on a sea of fire off in the distance, casting a light that felt more like darkness. It obscured all view, and he could see nothing around him except the sky. And feel the cold gravel beneath his feet. He was breathing it, letting it into his heart and mind, his lungs felt broken from breathing this, and his feet ached, his head ached, he could feel everything ached in protest of living. But it wasn't in pain in exertion or fatigue, he could feel it. A void in his soul, swirling around and trying desperately to mend it's self. Trying to use the dark light to mend it's self, and as he breathed, he felt it filling up, like simple dirt being placed into a deep well carved into the endless landscape, it was something new. Something he had only imagined happened in fairy tales, or perhaps only something experienced in the depths of the most perverse mind. Or maybe any old average mind. He felt himself explode, he felt his soul be filled up, more so, overflowing, and become enveloped in the blessings of the black sun. Yes, he was about to transcend himself. Whatever came next was irrelevant, by whim of the light, he had finally found his true self as his body faded away into irrelevancy...