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wolven7Staring at my shadow, knowing what it meant, when it changed, and a paperclip that would change colour along with it. Different colours for different aspects or Roles. I was with Death, and we were having a conversation about something. Old times.
Being asked to do a favour by someone, somewhere, with this strange narration,and I was in the middle of a snow-covered clearing, and at first IO was merely looking up, watching the sky, counting the strars, trying to see anything, as they slowly emerged. Then there was a voice talking to me about the nature of the starlight, up there, where it was different, since a very certain event. At that point, I started looking for certain star patterns, and shooting stars, in particular.
The voice keeps talking as I see a line of what I take to be shooting stars that gets larger and more defined, it keeps telling me that had this event not occurred, there would be a different understanding of.. something, I don't remember what, now. I can see the line of stars, now, and it's not just flashing across the sky, they aren't extingiushing themselves, they are resolving themselves into clearer shapes. I could see faces and bodies, in the light, and as they arced down, into the clearing, I could see that, around me, were people in shackles, under guard. They were all looking at me.
I turned my head, exactly as I realised I was kneeling, and the line of "stars" slammed into my chest. I could see horses and hear voices, in the light, as it flowed into my chest, and the narrator was telling me about the process of the Event, because I would have to undo it. That's why I was brought there, that's what they wanted me to do. After the stars had found a place in my hearrt, and the prisoners were completely astonished, I set about getting it undone.
I expelled the event through my hands and mouth, into the air above the clearing. There was, then, a giant ball of white light, about the size of a house, violentlty spinning in the air above all of these people. The even was some kind of nuclear holocaust, something that killed many horses, trees, and indigenous peoples, and their souls and the energy of the blast were corrosive and would kill anyone who got too near it. The ball of light turned red-orange as thhe narrator said this, and I had to clear out the colour, reverse the spin, and disperse the energy of it, with the forge of my will. Luckily, everyone around was way too shocked to be afraid.
If I cleared the event, the prisoners got re-trails, or fair trails, or freed, depending n their situation. As everyone watched, the enery changed back to brilliant white, and I could feel a faint sizzle on my skin, and a sound like my neurons were chalkboards and someone else's nails were going down them. Then the ligyht turned a whitish blue and then it began to dissipate. Finally, all anyone could see was the clear night sky. I stood up, and staggered out of the clearing, past grateful prisoners, and dumbfounded guards. Everyone was cheering. Whatever this was, it had been terrorising people, for a long time, not to mention the unused soul potential going to waste.
As I walked out of the clearing, one of the prisoners shook my hand, and thanked me. He was like Hitchcock ot Wells, only Russian, and he had brought me there. He knew I could do this.
I stumbled out of the clearing, down the hallway, through the train cars, and finally into my very small room. Everyone was waiting for me, there. All the members of the council. My benefactor was a council member, and they heard about what I had done. They were somewhat pissed, but also impressed enough to grant me a trial membership. The room was arranged such that the beds were on the wall, two beds, perpendicular walls, and the five chairs were arranged in the space left. Semi-circle, touching the edges. I had to climb over them to get to my bed, so that they could deliberate.
Venue change, outside of the room, on the little sweeping brick frontice wall. over the wall drop is the room, and the beds. I was there with people from school, talking about something, but we were all drunk,; and trying to get back in the rooms. Had to be over the walls. Dennis couldn't quite climb his section of wall, and, at first, neither could I. Then I realised that there was a step up, and I used it, and tried to show everyone else. They didn't quite see. I stepped up and over, rolling into my bed.
I was in the old-west version of whereverthefuck we were. Wandering the streets, with horses, and there were people everywhere, getting ready for a celebration of some kind. I was wandering around, looking for Heather Locklear's character, still a member of the council, even 140 years back. As I was looking, someone started shooting at me, and I knew that Heather's been shot, too, but that was okay, because we could fix her, if I could just find her in time. Then a little girl riding a giant chicken lizard got her ear shot off, by the sniper. I picked her up, looked for her ear, and when I couldn't find it, ran for the front door of the house.
Inside the house, it was starting to not be me, anymore. I checked all the windows and doors and made sure that no one could see in or out. As I went to the front door, I saw someone in the front, with a gun. He looked like a nervous, broken store clerk. I opened the door, went to grab his wrist, as he fired, and shot where the little girl had been. When I looked, it wasn't the little girl, it was Heather, and she'd been shot in the exact spot, as before. We couldn't bring her back from that. Not the same. The clerk ran away, and something in me broke.
I was watching as some cowboy vagrant was raging around the town, screaming the clerk's name. Demanding that he come out and face him, for what he'd done.
I woke up breathing really hard, as if I'd been yelling at people... It was very strange...
. . .I think I fixed the Tunguska Event.
Being asked to do a favour by someone, somewhere, with this strange narration,and I was in the middle of a snow-covered clearing, and at first IO was merely looking up, watching the sky, counting the strars, trying to see anything, as they slowly emerged. Then there was a voice talking to me about the nature of the starlight, up there, where it was different, since a very certain event. At that point, I started looking for certain star patterns, and shooting stars, in particular.
The voice keeps talking as I see a line of what I take to be shooting stars that gets larger and more defined, it keeps telling me that had this event not occurred, there would be a different understanding of.. something, I don't remember what, now. I can see the line of stars, now, and it's not just flashing across the sky, they aren't extingiushing themselves, they are resolving themselves into clearer shapes. I could see faces and bodies, in the light, and as they arced down, into the clearing, I could see that, around me, were people in shackles, under guard. They were all looking at me.
I turned my head, exactly as I realised I was kneeling, and the line of "stars" slammed into my chest. I could see horses and hear voices, in the light, as it flowed into my chest, and the narrator was telling me about the process of the Event, because I would have to undo it. That's why I was brought there, that's what they wanted me to do. After the stars had found a place in my hearrt, and the prisoners were completely astonished, I set about getting it undone.
I expelled the event through my hands and mouth, into the air above the clearing. There was, then, a giant ball of white light, about the size of a house, violentlty spinning in the air above all of these people. The even was some kind of nuclear holocaust, something that killed many horses, trees, and indigenous peoples, and their souls and the energy of the blast were corrosive and would kill anyone who got too near it. The ball of light turned red-orange as thhe narrator said this, and I had to clear out the colour, reverse the spin, and disperse the energy of it, with the forge of my will. Luckily, everyone around was way too shocked to be afraid.
If I cleared the event, the prisoners got re-trails, or fair trails, or freed, depending n their situation. As everyone watched, the enery changed back to brilliant white, and I could feel a faint sizzle on my skin, and a sound like my neurons were chalkboards and someone else's nails were going down them. Then the ligyht turned a whitish blue and then it began to dissipate. Finally, all anyone could see was the clear night sky. I stood up, and staggered out of the clearing, past grateful prisoners, and dumbfounded guards. Everyone was cheering. Whatever this was, it had been terrorising people, for a long time, not to mention the unused soul potential going to waste.
As I walked out of the clearing, one of the prisoners shook my hand, and thanked me. He was like Hitchcock ot Wells, only Russian, and he had brought me there. He knew I could do this.
I stumbled out of the clearing, down the hallway, through the train cars, and finally into my very small room. Everyone was waiting for me, there. All the members of the council. My benefactor was a council member, and they heard about what I had done. They were somewhat pissed, but also impressed enough to grant me a trial membership. The room was arranged such that the beds were on the wall, two beds, perpendicular walls, and the five chairs were arranged in the space left. Semi-circle, touching the edges. I had to climb over them to get to my bed, so that they could deliberate.
Venue change, outside of the room, on the little sweeping brick frontice wall. over the wall drop is the room, and the beds. I was there with people from school, talking about something, but we were all drunk,; and trying to get back in the rooms. Had to be over the walls. Dennis couldn't quite climb his section of wall, and, at first, neither could I. Then I realised that there was a step up, and I used it, and tried to show everyone else. They didn't quite see. I stepped up and over, rolling into my bed.
I was in the old-west version of whereverthefuck we were. Wandering the streets, with horses, and there were people everywhere, getting ready for a celebration of some kind. I was wandering around, looking for Heather Locklear's character, still a member of the council, even 140 years back. As I was looking, someone started shooting at me, and I knew that Heather's been shot, too, but that was okay, because we could fix her, if I could just find her in time. Then a little girl riding a giant chicken lizard got her ear shot off, by the sniper. I picked her up, looked for her ear, and when I couldn't find it, ran for the front door of the house.
Inside the house, it was starting to not be me, anymore. I checked all the windows and doors and made sure that no one could see in or out. As I went to the front door, I saw someone in the front, with a gun. He looked like a nervous, broken store clerk. I opened the door, went to grab his wrist, as he fired, and shot where the little girl had been. When I looked, it wasn't the little girl, it was Heather, and she'd been shot in the exact spot, as before. We couldn't bring her back from that. Not the same. The clerk ran away, and something in me broke.
I was watching as some cowboy vagrant was raging around the town, screaming the clerk's name. Demanding that he come out and face him, for what he'd done.
I woke up breathing really hard, as if I'd been yelling at people... It was very strange...
. . .I think I fixed the Tunguska Event.
