‘Liminal Space’ is described as ‘a location which is a transition between two other locations, or states of being.’ Despite being described with ‘location’ as the primary mention, it’s the secondary that feels most accurate... doesn’t it?
The first cited examples include-- a mall at 4 am, a school hallway in the summer. Areas normally crowded and lively found empty, lonely, quiet. An aura creeps up around these spaces that makes them feel unreal. These states of being... or maybe, states between being. Is there a state between being?
For example.. is there a state between sleep and wake?
What state is he in now?
Currently... Eighteen isn’t actually dreaming. But he imagines himself hunched in a chair at the end of a hallway-- One of the very same hallways he passes through every day. What he ‘sees’ is only liminal; Dark, empty. Abandoned. Nevertheless, his vision is cluttered and uneasy, full of the hazy whispers of the ‘unreal’. Vague hexagonal shapes occupy the walls, floating and buzzing their presence. Hints of blues and yellows and greens and whites flutter about like insects. Phantom footprints tap along, leaving their silhouette for just a second. Strings and numbers and shapes and echoes...
But... These things are really all more ‘felt’ than ‘seen’, exactly. Though.. who really knows the best way to describe it-- Liminal. That’s the only word he can think of. These things that certainly ‘exist’... but he’s not here at the optimal time to view it. He never is... Nonetheless, the fact that these halls were once crowded is indisputable. Their remnants exist in every nook and cranny; in every gust of air the vents deliver, in every speck of dirt on the floor.
Everyone’s remnants...
...
Physically speaking... A quiet room provided by the Host has been housing his body... Something he can’t surely say has been occupied or not; Mentally, although very little of this has been ‘sleep’, he keeps floating in and out of ‘‘dreams’’ that occupy these locations, until waning back into quiet emptiness. How much time has passed... is impossible for him to say.
Is there a state between sleep and wake? Is there another state of being when playing music?
That which has happened many times before, found itself sitting for much longer than it normally would. The fact is, he’s grateful for the Host taking him from his room... Consciousness has begun drifting back. And these visions are the first in some time that he can remember. That he wants to hang on to. Still, though, his eyes remain a bit too dull... Will he come back soon? He wonders... But, he’ll probably fall back into sleep again soon...
2, 4, 8, 6..7, 4--or, 3? 1...
The hexagon in the center seems blue, and his mind’s eye can almost touch it.
,,,, Considering she’s the only one who’s actually fallen,,,, more than once,,,
In love, though? Umm,, She does love, but putting it like that makes it sound more intense-- What she feels is just fondness, you know? Maybe a bit of infatuation from time to time, but in love, that’s a bit much...
🍕 which muse is a terrible cook
Really, the better question is who’s a decent cook. The answer to that, 18~ And probably 56~ Nine maybe learned a thing or two as well, actually, so especially for his age, he gets points there. Maybe 53 has...? Everybody else--
Not to say that they’d all be terrible if they tried, but most just simply haven’t learned much of anything about it. From what they told me so far, at least.
💑 who would make the best couple of two of your muses together
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 74 and juuzou face :>
ludioxxvi: ok so like if that was in reality and he....hug tight,,,,,,and squish his face against his shoulder cause maybe he liked missed him or whatever....
Heh... Maybe turning more toward him, moving the other a bit more to his chest, he’ll bring his other arm up around too. His hold will fall a bit softer~
In case you’ve ever wondered-- It’s okay, he wonders too. As many times as he’s witnessed it, the math just doesn’t add up in his mind.
Not sure why. It’s a pretty simple equation, right? But as the worn blade presses into the meat of his palm, this shade of red is never quite the color he expects to see.
Black. Or Green. Or flecks of yellow, almost shaped like numbers. Even grey, sometimes.
It’s never surprising, but it’s never wholly understood, either. None of this routine really is, though.
... But it just keeps happening. As if his blood is somehow laden with answers to the questions that never leave his mind. Unconsciously as it all is.
Already, he doesn’t remember how the knife got back into his hand, nor where it’s hidden away once he’s done; under the bed, in the drawer, rest on the blade of the unused ceiling fan. All of these could be as accurate as his guess toward the color of blood.
This one is cleaned up just the same, after a few minutes of watching it drip and coat his palms. The gross, sticky sensation once again delighting a flickering mind before he remembers -- And goes to wash it off. His hand quivers under the harsh sting of hot water, but doesn’t pull away, though something in his throat becomes full rather quickly.
He hasn’t really spoken to anyone in a few days... He doesn’t want to. Soon enough, maybe, but for now he looks over the blank tv screen, and tries to place where he last saw himself--
Hey 18! new viewer here, my name is -̣̮̪̌̎̑̊͢-͕̘͕͈̰̈́̈́̂̚͞--̧̟̙̇̾͌ I love your music, it's inspired me to learn piano.
“Whoa-! That’s all a musician can ask for~!
“Y’know, in my opinion, music is one of the best hobbies you can have~ Learning can be a pretty bumpy road though -- I hope I can encourage you to stick with it! Being able to create music is a pretty magical feeling, and finally mastering a hard piece is just the best! Aha~ I shouldn’t trail off too much, but if you really wanna learn, just remember to keep practicing even when it gets tough! Ah, be super nice to yourself during those times too~ It’ll definitely pay off in the long run!
“Whatever the case, I’m proud of you for taking the first step, -̣̮̪̌̎̑̊͢-͕̘͕͈̰̈́̈́̂̚͞--̧̟̙̇̾͌! I wish you, and every other new musician out there, the best of luck!”
