Boundless darkness.
For it was not the night, for night brought tranquility and serenity, it was not the shadows that exist between the stars, home to unknown dwellers of horror. It was a vast absence. Where no wind could stir, where no light could exist. It was a vile absence of existence. A veil of silence.
The man fell into a veil of silence, drowning. He tried to move -his arms, his legs- but every action was denied. Every thought, every struggle turned his mind heavy, straining it into sluggishness. Breath would not come, his chest would not rise, and he trembled. It's in this very silence that only one emotion came to mind: He was afraid.
In his fear, the dreamer was allowed an action he blinked -and the world split. In the vast black sky above, sounds akin to iron grinding against glass echoed in the never-ending abyss. Thousands veins in of cracks of light appeared in the black sky, spilling rivers of color into the dark void, bringing life.
In the dreamer's eyes, these events are taking years to unfold, and yet, they only took mere seconds. Dreamer struggled more to break free of his invisible chain, and as he struggled, he moved his pinky finger on one of his hands. A sound deep and vast harrowed across the void as if a beast awakened from its slumber. In the next moment, the black sky crumbled, pieces of the shattered sky fell out of sight, and once they did, they disappeared as if they never existed. In their place, a blinding light illuminated vast and empty darkness, yet the light was not just illuminated; it was annihilating.
As more of the black sky crumbled.
The light devoured its place piece by piece. At last, the fragment shielding the dreamer gave way. In that instant, the annihilating light struck the dreamer. He wailed in agony as he felt the pain of a thousand needles piercing his flesh. It wasn't simply pain. It was an invasion of his very being. Each needle was fire and frost entwined. Each needle boring through his flesh, splitting his veins, crushing his bones, making his nerves scream and his blood boiled and froze at the same time. His very being was being undone and unmade, but what was more terrifying than this all was his helplessness. His inability to do anything. All he could do was watch as he writhed in pain.
In a span of a heartbeat, the dreamer helplessly moved his hands trying to shield himself from the agonizing beam of light. Before he realized he did just that. The dreamer was able to draw breath, his chest rose, his hands clenched, and as he did, the pain disappeared. The blinding light dimmed. Revealing what was hidden.
Floating he was, and under him were Cities, countless cities, cities stretching as far as the eye could see, yet they weren't the same city, not the same land, not the same air. But were they?. When the dreamer concentrated on the building on the horizon, they just vanished as if they had never existed, leaving behind a desolate land in their wake, yet another building seemed to be "built" in the periphery of his vision, and when he turned his focus to them, they vanished yet again and again and again. The world itself seemed to be glitching, malfunctioning and …. learning?
As the world on the horizon seemed to glitch and malfunction. There were 3 cities under the dreamer seemed …. Real
To the west, the city was built from marble and quartz, its streets wide and gilded, paved by ancient and marvelous stone made smooth by the passage of its people, its buildings made from fine quartz, making them shine each a beautiful gem, its emerald tower and crimson spires piercing the clouds, standing tantamount to the city's progress. Under the dreamer was a city of fire and forge, it was completely unlike its neighboring cities, as each city was taken from a different country, different continent, different … world?. This city was forged from veins of iron and rivers of fire. Its land was scorched and burned. The streets were of alloyed steel, its bridges giants connecting towers of black metal that roared with black smoke. To the east, a city of forests. Trees soaring into the sky as high as the towers of the other cities and a thousand times wider. The tree provides cover and sanctuary to its people. Tree houses situated in and on these trees provide housing and agricultural land to millions of people. As the dreamer was studying the cities in awe, the ground trembled. Thus began the shattering.
The ground across the 3 cities showed cracks, and thousands of veins started to appear. In the heartbeat, the ground shattered like glass fragments of the 3 cities shot into the skies. The marble city streets melted, its tower began to collapse?. They blended and folded in unnatural ways, yet somehow remained intact, and they continued to do so until they had been folded and resting on the floating, shattered ground. The forge cities were no better. The forge towers that bellowed streams of black smoke shuddered, then the tower shone with bright light and burst, drowning the city in a sea of flames. Forest city trees were a mess, some trees withered as if decades had passed, leaving nothing but. Husks, some quaked and splintered, crushed thousands of homes, and some grew. The trees that grew DIDN'T stop growing in this apocalypse, they thrived and devoured all that was alive and left nothing in their wake but their bark that kept growing endlessly.
But the fall did not end. For the realms did not die. As the dreamer was floating and witnessing these horrors unfold, he saw strings of ethereal light digging into the fragments of realms. Streets, bridges, trees and houses all hung in the air like prices of fabric woven together clumsily ordinary streets of one realms lead to a palace of another. Forge towers of the iron realm lead to a once market place of the forest lands. brought together by unseen hands
As these eldritch events were unfolding in front of him, he heard a voice that mad his heart drop, his eyes constrict and his mind freeze. It said "wake up Kaai"
Suddenly, everything went dark but he still heard the voice again "wake up son". He jolted upright. His chest rising and falling, he as breathing, more like he was hyperventilating. What he saw was normal, there a window on the right allowing the warm sunlight to warm up the room. In front of him was a disk with a pc setup in the middle of the room, to it's left was a wardrobe leaning on it was arisoft equipment, while to its left a small bookshelf that read anatomy and physiology and next to the bookshelf was a door. Then the sound resounded again "wake up kaai". He looked to his left. he saw his phone resting next to a picture frame on a nightstand right next to his bed.Kaai wiped his sluggish eyes and whispered "what the fuck, what was that". He reached out to his phone, stopped his alarm and check the date.