It's quiet. Too quiet. The land is silent and forbidding. He desires to stay here, but he knows he must not be long.
The dunes race before him, distant paper memories in a harsh wind. The route is perilous, but soon he is there. It lays before him.
He is hesitant. He does not know his fate, but... does he wish to try it? There is a chance he could be lost. Of that he is sure. Though there would be no point in coming here if he did not.
So he jumps.
It's not long before the air rushes upward and he finds himself floating in space. There is nothing here. Stars and planets mean little. In the distance, he spots a dot. It is unknown to him, but he is not sure if it is necessary. Yet it beckons to him, blinking light of a satellite... then he will.
There is surprisingly little effort to be put into flying in space. A few stumbles persist but soon he is speeding towards the light. His love.
It seems very far away, and in fact it is. He is making no ground, the dot getting no closer. He begins to feel the pang of regret, loneliness. He needs that sphere. Why is he not getting it?
Another short while passes. He is moving now, but in another direction entirely. The object of his affections languishes in the fabric above, calling to him...
But he cannot respond.
Time speeds before him. He is neither then or now. Things have warped reality.
A part of him wishes to stop this. To go back, to go home. But he cannot. A force is pushing him ahead. A shame, if he did not like it.
Soon space flashes in his eyes as well. Memories of home, of away. Even moments of the future. It makes no sense, but he does not plan to. It sounds too complicated.
A beach. A mask. A bug. A mountain. A scroll. A sky. A jungle. A kiss.
Then he is stopping, much to his confusion. This again makes no sense. His life is literally passing before his eyes. It should continue.
But for some reason... it does not.
No... it diverts.
He starts off on a beach. Again. But things change.
He is in a city. Aliens appear. Explosions. Robots. Villains. Friendship.
Faces appear in the fabric. They are strange-looking but they are nice, smiling down at him. He smiles back. It is the least he can do.
They look at him for a while before he suddenly stops again. Time stops as well; then, it darkens.
The faces catch fire. It spreads all over their skin, burning them. He is afraid and tries to help. His efforts are useless.
Those which once held light, colour are soon gone. In their place remains pallor. Death. Destruction. Shadow.
Everything is in shadow now. Darkness. It is quiet. He does not know what to do.
Reality seems to respond nicely.
At first it is blank; he remains still, but...
Then things accelerate. Speed up. He is hanging on for his life. Or what remains of it, anyway.
Time is passing to quickly for him to make any of it. He notices fire. Ice. More darkness. A flash of red.
It speeds up, and now he is sure he is looking at the future. Averted. It is not something he wishes to know yet.
Things are at light speed. Nothing makes sense anymore. All concepts have been smashed.
It is black again, then a light suddenly appears...
Blue.
At first, that is all he sees. Blue.
Then grey. Soft and bubbly.
The wind is rushing through him. He knows he is falling. He cannot do anything about it.
A settlement in the background. A town. Big at that. Soon, if he is not dead, he will go there.
He continues to fall. It grows closer. There is something on the floor that he needs to avoid.
Time passes. He still falls. More grey. He knows he is close.
Something blue on the floor. Something else blue. What is it? Ice? Space? He cannot be sure.
It grows ever closer. Soon he is right above it. Although he does not want to die, he quickly embraces death.
It comes quickly. The blue fades to another. Sounds of chaos fill his ears. He is suddenly looming over a blue embrace...
SPLASH!