Variables – Irregularities
Such conflicting thoughts, emotions, feelings the Coralian, Eureka, the very environment around Anemone mused. Its voices, for there were many all compressed and harmonized into one, spoke distantly, echoing around her aching mind. Each word was absorbed and analyzed by a portion of her brain that mirrored the strange consciousness scrutinizing her with Eureka's eyes. What are you?
"I am," Anemone began, hearing a hint of that echo in her own voice, "I…don't know." Eureka cocked her head to the side, one hand tugging absently at the simple white dress she wore. How strange she hummed. Anemone still cradled her head in her hands, remaining crouched with her bony knees digging into her neck. Every sensation of her room aboard the ship was gone, replaced with an ethereal static stirring across her skin and buzzing behind her clenched teeth.
For a brief moment, the pain subsided, replaced by an enormous wave of consciousness battering her mind and flooding her with thousands of voices, all shouting, laughing, singing, speaking, crying, and inquiring What are you what are you? As quickly as it came, the tide receded, leaving only the splitting pain rippling through her skull. Anemone choked back a sob and squeezed her eyes shut again, wishing someone would wake her up.
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How strange that she should come here of her own accord. One of her here, yet two answering how strange how strange. We expected nothing like this nothing at all what is she? She is us and not us, knows and yet does not know nor wants to know. The pain we understand we felt it too, the vessel felt and thus we feel. Why does she close her mind to us we only want to understand, to invite, to inquire.
The vessel knows of her yet not about her we want to know. A curiosity, how strange how strange, we remember TheEND like our child Nirvash like our vessel, like us, she is similar. How strange…
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The grass, or what was sometimes grass and otherwise a liquid layer of otherworldly color, shifted just a bit below Anemone's feet. Ten ivory, perfectly formed toes swam into her clouded vision and an increase in mental pressure descended upon her. Hesitant, Anemone craned her neck up to see Eureka's puzzled gaze washing over her. Their eyes, identical but for the stark polar expressions, locked for a moment before Anemone was shaken with another deluge of the questioning consciousness. Falling forward onto her knees, Anemone convulsed, biting her tongue and spilling four drops of blood onto the iridescent ground. She watched, horrified, as an imperceptible ripple of the impossible grass swallowed them and shivered, glistening, processing.
Her field of vision wavered, the ache simultaneously growing and receding as the very heart of her being sought to tear itself free of its mortal wreckage and be absorbed by the terrifying visage before her. Eureka's hand anxiously twisted the fabric of her dress.
How strange how strange…
"How strange," Anemone, Eureka, the vampiric grass beneath such fragile human legs murmured. Dominic gripped her shoulders. Artificial lights glared behind the opalescent sky. His mouth moved but no sound emerged, only buzzing. Eureka's knuckles were white as the cloth of her dress.
Was it real? Anemone wondered as the delicious drug of unconsciousness overwhelmed the pain and she went limp in Dominic's arms.