✿- The Mechanical Muse
✿- With semisapien
They came out of the blue, dreams of wires and sparks of electricity and plates of metal. It was a dark area, something like a work shop or a laboratory. They started off as only silhouettes: two people, standing around a table, over something that looked like a human torso. They haunted Lu in his sleep, but soon began finding their way into his waking life too. His favorite coffee shop would transform into the dark atmosphere (what he called "The Basement") as the visions clouded his eyes, or when he was perusing his friends new artwork, instead of a sculpture he would see wires and circuit boards. As time went on, the visions became clearer and in his dreams Lu would see horrendous things. An accident of some kind, half a body crushed, blood everywhere; battered and bandaged the body sprawled out on a table; then, finally a man, half metallic, half human, looking up towards the light above his head with an emptiness that shook Lu to the core. There was a part of the visions that fascinated him, the who, what, when and where of the scenario. He was fascinated by this person and how, somehow, he was able to live after such an accident. And what was the accident anyways. Whenever he wasn't having visions, the simple idea of it riddled his thoughts until his curiosity tipped. He had to know who this person was. It was almost too fantastical to be real and yet, Lu knew very clearly the difference between his imagination and his vision. It was very and terrifyingly real. To attempt to rid himself of it, he did what he always had when he couldn't sleep: began painting. He would wake up from the nightmarish visions and go straight to his easel, finishing the painting by morning. He kept them secret, stored in his room under a white sheet, knowing that if anyone saw they would be confused, but as the visions got progressively worse people started to notice. It was finally his friend since college, Yixing, who noticed him acting strangely (or stranger than normal), who asked about it. Lu was easy to comply. He showed him the pictures. It was common knowledge that the ever so talented "Lulu" never painted anything that wasn't real. So when he saw his paintings, his face screwed into a confused expression. "You don't draw fantasy," He told him in surprise. "It's not fantasy" Lu returned simply. After a long and very serious conversation, Lu finally came to the decision that he needed to find this... mechanical person in order to get rid of the images the plagued him. "He's in Seoul I can feel it," Lu stated. Which meant that he would have to fly to Seoul on merely a hunch. But he knew the second he saw the man he would know who he was. Plus, Lu always found the the energy of Seoul was the type to lead you to exactly what you're looking for. "Youre intuition has never been wrong before," Yixing assured him as he dropped him off at the Gimhae airporrt. Weather it was wrong or right, Lu had to try, it was the only chance to figure out exactly why he was having visions of such a specific person. This muse was more interesting and illusive than anyone he had before and Lu was determined to get to the bottom of it.
