2ND ARC-WAKING UP ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE DREAM
A man. Thinly yet tall. Courageous yet weak. Smart yet shorthanded. And with dreams that seemed even bigger than the cosmos itself ascened into the dark dimly lit space.
As he ascended, he got in lost in thought. About numerous wonders and discoveries that lain a head of him. Would they terrify him? Maybe. Or would they mesmerise him so much so that he would lose his way to where he going? Well, for it mattered.
He was finally free. Of life. Of weight of the flesh. Of its limits. Of its impurities. For he felt like he was a singular being at last.
And in his hand? Oh. He thought as he realised that he something that unconsciously and unnoticeablely rested in his right palm.
He smiled as he looked at his hand and opened his right palm to gaze upon something that shone effortlessly so.
It was a gem. About the size of a big toe. Haha. He thought. And it was... beautiful... seemed almost everlasting as it endured the heat and speeds at which the man ascended. And yet he forgot about it as well.
The man. Whose energy seemed mostly spent had no more leisurely energy to waste thinking about the origin of this gem. For all he knew that it was in his hand and hence it belonged him. Was him maybe?
He let a soft breathe from his nose as he then closed his eyelids, slowly clenched his fingers, moved his palm a little and tossed the gem away.
The gem fell. Fast yet.
'Huh?'
It gave the man one more glimpse. One more glimpse of a tiny yet sharp shine that flickered in his already dull eyes and yet. His eyelids fluttered as the faint after image of the shine faded in his eye.
It was if the gem was alive. And so, it said good bye its companion and fell faster and faster below.
Soon after the man, whose attention had surprisingly remained on the falling gem. For its droplet of tear like shape, hundreds of square and flat tiny etched edges as well as the numerous colours that swindled within remained in his eye until... he could only see the clouds.
And when he lost sight completely he said, "Take care of yourself... that place is one heck of a hell dump."
His attention slowly diverted back to the stars and endless space before him. Or at least... what seemed endless until...
"Huh?"
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The gem. The crystalline that seemed to be alive. Was it though? Or was it just by coincidence that it had glimmered in the man's eye due its uncanny falling speed and steadiness?
That was a mystery that seemed very much akin to a dream as one may call it.
And for sometime the gem fell. Endlessly and effortlessly so.
This gem if looked at with care and attention was no ordinary one indeed. Its shape took on that of droplet or tear. Yet its edges was etched with tiny numerous squares. Its surface seemed deemed yet if of one looked at it from the inside. They could spot endless dance between shimmers of light and beams of light that twisted and spun around as the gem fell.
And what was even more bewildering about this gem was its inside once again. As per one's further observations. Clouds of obsidian night, silver and halo white danced and swirled along with shimmers and seems of light. None mixed with others. No new colours formed within as they danced about. Like as if filled with waters of light and oils of different origin that nearly seemed divine of the sort. All's origin was unknown and yet... a skinny almost naked man beheld this treasure like if it were a mere keep sake.
Though this seemed to be the case.
Crack!
It seemed that.
Crack, crack.
Time.
Crack.
No, not time alone.
Crack.
Time, weight and exhaustion had caught up with this dream and its seemingly divine properties and origin.
And as such.
Shatter!
Under the pressure and heat of the fall. The time and distance of the fall and its ending endurance against its run from these things seemed... over.
The gem shattered. Uniformly so. Each piece scattering from one another.
Like stars that finally fell from their bright and indomitable reign. Their bodies glistened with a strong unity that defined their once whole existence and with indifferent hues that symbolised their uniqueness.
Some grouped with the rest and fell with them into a different direction and even speeds.
10 uniformly shattered crystals fell. Each the size of a pinkie nail. And yet... they were shattered, separated. Forever fated to never meet again. Was that the gist of it though? Or were there any greater plans meant for the gems? Well, for they never knew and so the each shimmered a few sparks of light as if to wish each other a fare well that faked for the greater good of their foolish unwillingness to accept the gravity of the situation.
Admirable yet idiotic is what one would call their grievances and yet... they did not because they did not know how foolish and blind they were to even think of doing such.
For it did not matter whether if fate or destiny planned for them meet again. For if it took to long. They would rebel against the coherent drivers of life and fight against them to meet each other once more.
And as to where the each fell.
Well, then... shall we take a look into the dream they fell into?
"RWAAAAAR!"
THUNDER! THUNDER!
Or the nightmare they were sent to face?