Void. Absolute nothingness. No colour, no light, no warmth nor cold, no sense of gravity or direction. No sound. Not even the sensation of breathing or a palpable heartbeat. An absence of everything. Not even the mother crystal is here.
This was a dream she knew. She’d had it less after befriending the source of the fear, but the fear existed.
Except it didn’t. Nothing existed here. She didn’t even exist.
She reached out, she reached out, she reached out, she reached out. She tried to define the space by its absence, to navigate it by what she couldn’t know. She reached out. Nothing reached back. No sense, no darkness, no cold or even fear.
Everything had something. The vastness of the cosmos had stars. The darkness even had substance. This was none of that. This didn’t even have Iris. This had nothing.
Still she reached out.
A part of her tried to scream, but she didn’t have a mouth. She didn’t have lungs. She didn’t have air. She didn’t exist in this space.
She reached out.
She screamed. Nothing happened. But screaming itself was something of an improvement.
Mariea Gardener. K’thalu. The absence of things. That was what this dream always meant. And that attempt to define the space was defied by it. This was not K’thalu. This was not Mariea. This was not her friend. This was nothing. This was reaching out.
This was a true hell.
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