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Aurora - Rean Heart

You float in a void--darkness around you, above, below, in every direction, nothing. You stand on nothing, you even breathe nothing. But you do not feel in danger, you are not suffocating. You are simply existing in… Nothing.

Crow | Towa | Dusk | 80H | Rufus

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You feel bored, you fear being abandoned, you long for understanding, in the void there is nothing to do but move forward..

A path, subtle at first but growing in light, stretches before you. As you walk, it solidifies. Made of light, and both precarious in the abyss and reassuring. In the way of dreams you are one moment walking the void and the next you’re in a vast library. Or at least at the entrance to one. Through the glass doors you can see stacks of books, rooms of books, but at the entrance is a high tech machine asking you for your name, password, and ID. There’s a place with a handprint you could put your hand in.

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You feel anxious, you fear losing your loved ones, you long for love, in the void there is nothing to do but strive to overcome your weakness.

You blink. And then you are not in darkness. Well. Not in the same darkness. This is a more natural darkness. The darkness of underground. The darkness of caverns and shrines. An eerie light makes it possible to see the carved stone walls. In front of you is a great door. Too big and heavy for a small girl like you to hope to move. There are no devices or latches either.

You should give up.

The voice comes from everywhere, even within your mind.

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You feel terrified, you fear being trapped in your own mind, you long for a solution without sacrifice, in the void there is nothing to do but get out get out get out get out GET OUT.

You float in a void--darkness around you, above, below, in every direction, nothing. You stand on nothing, you even breathe nothing. It presses in on you, it confines you, it enters your nose and mouth and pours and infects your blood, it fills your lungs, it suffocates you in nothing. It drowns your thoughts.

Who are you? What are you?

You are a curse.

You are a tool.

You are--

???

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You feel at home, you fear being abandoned, you long for love, in the void there is nothing to do but open your eyes.

You are still alone, but the nothing has become something. A beach. You may not recognize it but it’s a lovely strand south of Ordis. No monsters, just the lazy lap of waves and cry of gulls. There’s some fishing gear, if you want to cast a line. Beautiful shells dot the sand. And the water looks peaceful and perfect for a swim.

Away from the beach the sand stretches back into the void. But in front of you the water seems to stretch to the horizon. What might be under the waves? Or what treasures might you find on the shore? Even just relaxing in the sunlight might be considered a treasure.

You feel annoyed, you fear being unwanted, you long for love, in the void there is nothing to do but face your own ugliness.

“My my. How intriguing.”

Your own voice says behind you. In the void.

You feel slightly soothed, you fear being alone, you long for love, in the void there is nothing to do but relax.

Slowly the feeling of void becomes the warm weight of a blanket, the soft firmness of a mattress. You’re in a fluffy, soft bed. Is there anyone you expect to see when you open your eyes? Anyone you want to see?

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