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InitiateI open my eyes and flood them with a bright light from high above. My body lays still, immobilized from this nearly indescribable feeling. The gears start to turn, my circuits start to crackle back to life, my mind as alive as a fire. The sound, the images...they repeat over and over in my soul, in my ears, vibrating the ground around me. I cannot let them escape me, I must make these visions a reality. I stand to my feet, I can see my destiny ahead of me with every note, every beat, every rhythm lighting the night into thousands of dancing flames. I can hear my future pound the ground like a driving force of fate. This is my future. This is my passion, and for the first time in ages my mechanized heart starts to beat with a fury previously unknown. The stage is my home, the audience my family.
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Written as a liner note for my Dj Cybernetic Shredder project's CD booklet.
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Slenderman was standing there, peering in.*
Or it felt like it. He doesn't really have eyes, but he can see.
Everyone except myself started screaming, and the thought of running didn't enter their minds until he opened the door. He was moving slowly and easily, confident. I think he believed he had all of us cornered. Well, by that time, we all booked it; everyone for themselves. I dropped or purposely abandoned the camera, and the dream returned to third-person point of view.
There was a time-lapse, and the scene before me was a long, pale-white hallway with some doors and no lockers. I recognized this to be the basement pathway that lead to the Technology Wing. I wasn't in that hallway, but I watched someone else enter it. He went down it in a rush, but stopped suddenly to inspect the ground. There was a pinnacle constructed with grains of salt sitting there. I didn't understand who was responsible for drawing it, but I could only assume its existence was influenced by th