Chapter 41.5: Lucid Dream

  A train of scenes flashed through my mind. I felt like I was immersing myself within that flow. I was floating in the middle of nowhere. The scene was pitch black, but there were shiny dots all around. If I guess correctly, this might be that I'm floating in space. I saw colors of a spectrum traversing toward me in bunches and trails, taking away my vision temporarily. The light was bright enough to blind just a person looking directly, but that didn’t happen. I was in a state of coma, I knew the event that led me into this.

  The black pedestal consisted a black spiral object above it. Due to my curiosity, I took it in my hand. A wonderful amount of energy suddenly jolted through my mind, shocking me to slumber. My brain was dead for a moment, but it took back its consciousness. However, it wouldn’t wake up to reality, but it brought me into a lucid dream. So this moment right here, where I had my consciousness, realizing that I could collide with this for a few moments. The universe I said, why would I get myself into this? Osparious and thy sons, baptism. Religiously somehow, I got into the state of empty head, thinking of things that may sound dumb and stupid. On the other hand, it was logical and philosophical somehow. Or I was lacking in knowledge to say something, to think of something. I could hear someone reaching out to me.

  ???: “~~~~~”

  Who was it?

  ??ion: “You~~~”

  My head ached when I heard the word ‘you’. But after that, I only heard chirping sounds that indemnified the latter. The only word, the only clue I got was ‘you’. I didn’t know its meaning, but it might carve something in me. ‘you ‘ in this way could be understood by mentioning me. What was the noun, which is the individual with conversing capability, could possibly hint me at? The duty I had to commit…was it the individual trying to say something to me earlier?

  I don’t know, but I’m currently living a peaceful life. What else more there to be?

  ?: “Are u sure that you’re welcomed like you thought? Or were you adopted just because you’re an empathetic person to be reciprocated?”

  What do you mean? Who are you this time?

  Its sound was echoing along with its words spitting out from its mouth. Those sounds, those vibrations from nowhere to be found kept sending to me without expecting to not understand it. Even in this state, I couldn’t comprehend their motives and bashes about the gods they talked about. Well, it was easily understood that I lost my memories, owing to that fact I couldn’t remember all the things where my first objectives needed to be done.

  Somebody probably read it. Somebody probably wrote it. Somebody probably knew…Was I exposing myself to some mythologies?

  ?: “You have to stop him!”

  Stop who? I couldn’t open my mouth due to some reasons. I tried to speak but my lips were attached too hard. Something was forcing my mouth to shut, and I couldn’t be against that entity. Stopping Osparious? I remembered the experiment mentioned in the hall, but I didn’t even want to acknowledge that, simply why?

  ?: “This world is full of incomprehensible stuff, it’s more perplexing and contains such systematic things. You are also a part of this whole mess. Our existence and appearance were just all nihilism. We don’t know the purpose, the meaning of why we are here…”

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  What are we? If we have no meaning in life. We are creating meanings and making our things making sense and carving meanings into it. The descendants would see that as the meanings they needed to praise, and they used them as precursors and momentum to amend on the manuscripts the elders had left for them. As I also had chances to travel universes. Some of the civilizations really contributed to that tradition, but the civilizations depended on whether their people were intuitively better. From that, some civilizations may be better comprehensively.

  PHUWWW

  I’m falling down like I was attracted to the super gravity. My outfit was fluttering in the opposite direction of my free falling. I was falling in the pitch black space. I didn’t know which was the thing that kept pulling me down, but I knew that I was falling down toward something. After some minutes, I could see an enormous black hole leaking some black tentacles. Looking at it, I felt somehow empty, nihilism.

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  TUW! TUW! TUW!

  I slowly opened my dry eyes. There was some dust inside my eyelids, so I used my hand to wipe them away. I was in the laying position using my palms to lift my torso up. I took a look at…another pitch black space, and there was nothing. The surface was a liquid substance, and it didn’t wet my clothes. Except for the pitch black dimension, the surface was the only thing that had color, which was bright light blue. I gradually got myself up and geared up my outfit. I was standing nowhere, and I had no clue what to commence. I knew this realm was inside my mind, and I wondered if this lucid dream could bring me some hype. More importantly, I didn’t know how to exit this dream-core place. I looked around by instinct, only to find something relevant.

  TUW! TUW! TUW!

  I heard footsteps from somewhere. It wasn’t visible to someone who did it. I looked back, above, left, right and below, still nothing was relevant to the footsteps.

  ?: “Look at your back.”

  The writhing sound like earlier started messaging me from somewhere. Its sound echoed to my ears like it was some entities embodying mysteries. Well, it wasn’t too paranormal, since this was how I lived, full of fantasy and magical stuff. And, I felt casual with these phenomena already. I looked back as the voice told me so, and it turned out to be a demi human strolling from not a far distance. Its voice roared and echoed, and I found its appearance was really suitable for its tone. The demi human as said was a figure.

  The figure was a dark human. From top to bottom, darkness covered its whole appearance. Its body got some abs on it. The figure’s slender limbs were balanced, and it got some abs on it. Its trunk was displaying six packs, but not too outstanding. It was naked, but it didn’t have to conceal anything either. The figure looked somehow lubricated throughout its appearance. The figure was bald, and it was the same height as me. Its face was like an ordinary human, but it didn’t have a nose. The figure was approaching me with hunches, not being overwhelmed by the unfamiliar scent. And, I wasn’t too careful, instead, I was waiting for something from it.

  ZZZZIIIII

  The dimension started to vibrate. I started to realize something. This vibration…was ultimately similar to how my atomic manipulation started to absorb and gather particles to make something turning into reality. The figure was slowly strolling toward me with its right arm notched out to the right. It showed its bare hand for something waiting to be grasped. Then, I saw particles being visible started to flow into its right hand. The blueprint of a weapon started to be seen, it was a type of weapon that had a slight curve on the blade. There was a handle covered with knots around, and there were some rhombus shapes left between the knots. The separation between the blade and the handle was a circular golden palate. Consequently, it was a fascinating weapon that caught my eyes right away.

  Having the motivation, I started to create the same weapon as it. Unlike any other swords I had used, this was the lightest one in them. My strength was far exceeded to reckon the handle easily. I felt like this probably would be the main weapon for battles later. Then, I saw a blurry image of another one. The individual was wearing a wide cloth with the middle separated to see the inner. There were some black threads from the outer going to the middle of a rhombus shaped crystal. The inner cloth was long enough to nearly conceal the ankles, but the boots were shown. The individual’s hair sprawled down to the eyes. The individual was a blue blurry image of an individual from somewhere else or another realm. Besides the clear looking figure, the individual was like an inspector of the figure.

  Or did the individual contribute to my duty somehow?

  The first voice before some roar and echoing tone, it was clearly a voice of a mature man. Was he someone from my lost memories? Counting the figure as well, both of them may have contributed to my being at that time, or the whole thing leading up to this point.

  The figure: “You know what you and I are going to do right now. Let’s be serious.”

  The figure suggested the hint with the weapon created in our hand. Surely, he was suggesting a battle. The individual stood still at the back, and there was a shadowy area from his eyes. The blurry image of him didn’t even let me recognize his true image and colors, therefore I didn’t have enough information to describe his details. However, I might know something more if I confront the figure I thought. If I got defeated, would the situation be worse?

  The figure: “It’s alright. You won’t be bearing any suffering.”

  “…”

  If it was alright, then I might immerse myself in it. However, what if that was a statement to relieve my anxiety? The figure didn’t explain more. It dashed to me with its malicious intentions.

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