Dusk of the Unknown - 2
You don’t remember when you started running. There were only two things you knew as you navigate the labyrinth of blue walls. Something was chasing behind you and you’ve forgotten something important. But there was no time to question why things were the way they were. Keep running. Make distance between whatever it is that is chasing you and you.
Once you feel a safe distance from what was or is chasing you, you hear a familiar voice. Someone familiar to you was just up ahead. You can tell it was someone you looked up to, maybe a parental figure, but everything else was obscure. You begged for them to come with you, but they dismissed you, saying it wasn’t really that urgent. A knot formed in your throat. You care about this person, a lot. Why weren’t they heeding your warning? The thing that was chasing you was too close for you to linger anymore on your parental figure, so you left them hoping they would be able to deal with the thing chasing you.
Once you get a reasonable distance away from your pursuer again, you see another familiar person just up ahead. A friend, you assume, obscure as the first, with a more relaxed aura around them, like they were around the same age as yourself. You beg them to come with you, but they don’t respond. They seem to be… ignoring you?! You’re trying to keep them safe, and they aren’t even listening?! With a huff you run off, as the thing chasing you was getting uncomfortably close.
At a reasonable distance from your pursuer once again, you see a third person like the other two. This time you don’t stop to beg them to come with you, as this one didn’t seem as familiar as the other two. If people you were familiar with won’t listen to you, there was no point in warning them. So you pass them, and you hear them say “Wait!” from behind. You don’t stop.
After a while of running, weaving between pale blue walls of the labyrinth until you hit a dead end. You panic as you realize that you won’t be able to escape from whatever is chasing you. You don’t want to risk turning back, but the only choice was to face the pursuer. What was chasing you anyways? What happened to the people you warned? Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to face what was coming.
The thing was coming closer, and you didn’t have any more time to think this through. You take a deep breath and turn around.
You wake up in a cold sweat. It was the dead of night. You were in bed, dreaming. That’s what you forgot. It was all a dream. Still, your throat feels sore as if it had been screaming the moment before. You try to remember what it was that was chasing you, but the image never comes. You sigh in frustration. The smokey air from before must be giving you nightmares. The off feeling from before has only gotten stronger, but you pay no mind to it. You only feel off because of the nightmare. There’s nothing wrong.
