[CHAOS008, CHAOS009] repeat, recall by finchsu, literature
[CHAOS008, CHAOS009] repeat, recall
Ydeu is walking down a winding road of trees; its not really a road, actually. There's no pavement, no fence or other demarcation... it's only that the branches seem to curve away and reveal a way forward. It cuts through the dark tumbling forest like a knife. The forest unfolds before him like a vast swathe of uncultivated nightmare, all twists and turns, and thorns. He walks. He does not doubt. He does not slow. Whatever is around him does not scare him. Whatever is behind him does not matter. Only the way forward... only... forward.
tell me about yourself-
A whisper. On the wind? Ydeu stops and looks around and listens. But
[CHAOS 006] a name you knew (refrain) by finchsu, literature
[CHAOS 006] a name you knew (refrain)
THE FOREST HUNGERS
AND MUCH HAS BEEN TAKEN
IT IS NOT YET TIME
FOR YOU TO AWAKEN
There is a place somewhere between waking and sleeping, somewhere between dreams and nightmares, somewhere between empty and filled. In this place where a body means nothing, where existence is defined by the extent of confidence in the singular thought I exist, in that place, Ydeu awoke.
Or perhaps, awoke is the wrong word. To awaken means to have been sleeping at some point before, implies that consciousness and awareness returns to a being. Had Ydeu been sleeping? He had not. He knows this even if he cannot explain what he has woken from. Regardless, Ydeu st
[CHAOS 001] a name you knew by finchsu, literature
[CHAOS 001] a name you knew
It is night.
The forest stretches in front of him into a vast abyss of uncultivated nightmare, pitch black and darker than the skeletal branches of the trees around him. There's a blanket of fog that seems to cling to the trees, beckoning and warning in the same breath. Ydeu walks through the fog without any apprehension, and though the path winds further into a forest and sea of fog to which there is no end, he does not falter. Whatever is hiding in this fog is ahead and he will reach it sooner or later. Slowly lights blink into existence, until at last the entire forest is illuminated by small flickering lights suspended in the thick darkn
It is a city that feels vaguely familiar to you, almost like the dredges of a memory long lost and forgotten; but some things are never truly forgotten and linger on like phantoms within your soul. That's what this city feels like. A phantom in your heart, in your soul, a place that haunts you even when you aren't aware. It's only because you've dreamed it that you're suddenly aware that it has always been within you. It is that kind of dream.
You wake in a bed that is neither hard nor soft. The blanket is no more than a thin sheet of cotton but it is warm here. The sun shines through your window and the sound of wave
[M002, M003] gardens of the moon by finchsu, literature
[M002, M003] gardens of the moon
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There is a realm he has seen before, only once, a dream within a dream. He remembers a soft inky darkness broken by the bright moon and the pinpricks of starlight that seemed to be disproportionately bright. He remembers a wall. A gate, three times as high as he is and guarded. He remembers the faint scent of flowers on the wind - nightlilies, for sure, he thinks - and the rustling of willow trees. In this dream, he never manages to see past the wall or get through the gate.
But this is not a dream.
The gates to the Kingdom have fallen, and the man passes unhindered. Those who might stop him are nowhere to be found. He
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If there was any meaning to 'late' or 'early' in the world of dreams, then it would have been late. Ydeu was tired because the 'day' had been 'long'. ( But perhaps it had not been just a day, perhaps it had been a millennium or even just a moment. Or maybe no time had passed at all. It was stupid to try and apply mortal labels to their world, but Ydeu... hated yes, but loved too, the mortals and their yielding flesh and pliable thoughts and short limited lifespans. A blink and they were gone. Perhaps that is why the burned so brightly, bled so brightly. ) He was tired. And although the sun was above his head in his realm
R-005 Their Kingdom
You wake, cheek pressed against the beach, sand in your mouth, waves lapping your feet. It takes a moment to gather your thoughts, but after a moment, you roll onto your back. The sky above is clear and blue. There are idyllic white clouds in the distance and the sun is directly overhead. You rise and stare out across the ocean. Save for the waves, there's nothing to see at all - just an endless sheet of dark water that runs until it meets the horizon. But the sun is casting your shadow behind you, and as you turn, you see that beyond the beach there are small hills, dunes really, and coarse grass, and beyond that, the wal