orpheus.
.ππ ππ’π€π π ππ¦.
"Hello?"
At first glance, it was dark, murky, and odd. It felt smooth but heavy. Sinking into it, she felt her whole body lighten strangely. Her first thought was to reject it, but she fought past that notion for what felt like an eon. Then, it accepted her.
You shouldnβt be here
Not like this
GO BACK, LISE...
Lisa felt herself frown and she tried to listen to its voiceβ¦to his voice. Then something caught onto her. The opening slammed shut above her head and the lightness cut to a struggle. Her lungs filled with fire. The colors that were iridescent turned into a nightmarish blue. It was like she was shoved into a coffin prematurely. It smelled of a sickly sweet rot, permeating every sense she had. She could taste its hideous nature. It wanted her, it wanted to pervert her.
A golden soul
How pretty, how fairest you are
Give unto me your troubles
And I will give you everything you desire
Let me be the footsteps in the sand
And I will smite in your name
O Gold-winged child,
I can give every piece of it back to you
All you need to do is
Be My Reflection
There was a twisted truth in the rusty voice that laced the thoughts she βheardβ. That was the trick. This thing she now dwelled in couldnβt lie to her. Deception was a quality that humans created to control. And this lesser thing was anything but benevolent, but it was nowhere near human. Sheβd tried the other path already. It failed her, with reason. This would have to do.
She reached out and, as she did, she saw her hand reaching back.
When she touched it, the dream shattered.
Lisa sat up, the hospital tones settling in only after everything blaring in sterilized blankness. She looked to see her mother and siblings cast around the room, in their own sort of slumber. The television broadcasted the date and time while someone chattered on about the world's woes.
A week. Sheβd been in it for a week. Lisa coughed and then got up off the hospital bed, her numb toes tingling from the sudden surge of blood. Dragging her I.V. cart with her she entered the bathroom, standing before the mirror in the dark for quite some time. From what little light entered the small space, she could see her face contorting into strange shapes of pain and agony. When she reached for the light switch, her face tipped low into a grim smile that dispersed when the switch was turned on. The sound of the mirror splitting was just enough to wake her mother, who ran to the door when she heard her daughter scream bloody murder.
3 Months laterβ¦
Act One : A Pathway Higher
At first glance, it was dark, murky, and odd. It felt smooth but heavy. Sinking into it, she felt her whole body lighten strangely. Her first thought was to reject it, but she fought past that notion for what felt like an eon. Then, it accepted her.
You shouldnβt be here
Not like this
GO BACK, LISE...
Lisa felt herself frown and she tried to listen to its voiceβ¦to his voice. Then something caught onto her. The opening slammed shut above her head and the lightness cut to a struggle. Her lungs filled with fire. The colors that were iridescent turned into a nightmarish blue. It was like she was shoved into a coffin prematurely. It smelled of a sickly sweet rot, permeating every sense she had. She could taste its hideous nature. It wanted her, it wanted to pervert her.
A golden soul
How pretty, how fairest you are
Give unto me your troubles
And I will give you everything you desire
Let me be the footsteps in the sand
And I will smite in your name
O Gold-winged child,
I can give every piece of it back to you
All you need to do is
Be My Reflection
There was a twisted truth in the rusty voice that laced the thoughts she βheardβ. That was the trick. This thing she now dwelled in couldnβt lie to her. Deception was a quality that humans created to control. And this lesser thing was anything but benevolent, but it was nowhere near human. Sheβd tried the other path already. It failed her, with reason. This would have to do.
She reached out and, as she did, she saw her hand reaching back.
When she touched it, the dream shattered.
Lisa sat up, the hospital tones settling in only after everything blaring in sterilized blankness. She looked to see her mother and siblings cast around the room, in their own sort of slumber. The television broadcasted the date and time while someone chattered on about the world's woes.
A week. Sheβd been in it for a week. Lisa coughed and then got up off the hospital bed, her numb toes tingling from the sudden surge of blood. Dragging her I.V. cart with her she entered the bathroom, standing before the mirror in the dark for quite some time. From what little light entered the small space, she could see her face contorting into strange shapes of pain and agony. When she reached for the light switch, her face tipped low into a grim smile that dispersed when the switch was turned on. The sound of the mirror splitting was just enough to wake her mother, who ran to the door when she heard her daughter scream bloody murder.
3 Months laterβ¦
Act One : A Pathway Higher
Last edited: