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Door open, she tossed off the seatbelt and tore into a
dead-sprint. She was to the other car in seconds. The person in the other
vehicle was unresponsive but alive, slowly and unconsciously moving to protect
himself. Despite all she could muster, her effort fell short as the door and
distance between them was unmoving. As if their lives had become cinematic,
cliché, drawn unto an infinite moment – their breaths in sync as this single
instant dragged on forever; no rain, just salty tears crossing a dry, helpless
expression.
And then nothing.
Static. A loose feeling and a warped perspective. Conscious
but dreaming and dreaming of a piercing white…. If you could call it dreaming.
The sound of waves crashing against a craggy beach. Wind
whipping against rock faces and outcroppings. Sparse sounds that indistinctly
mark a landscape as barren if one had but the inclination to listen deeply. A
guttural cough followed by a gasp; as if her body was learning to breathe for
the first time. She rolls onto her side with air seemingly invading her form,
rushing to and fro over her tongue and through her teeth. For what seemed like
years, as the waves crash hither and thither, she lay motionless only inhaling
and exhaling; a consciousness slowly growing more and more aware of itself.
Eyelids flash open to take in scenery foreign to the mind, even considering the
many other perceptions that also feel… foreign. Sound, sight, awareness,
cognition, presence… the conceptions of intelligent thought and action slowly
align themselves.
“Wait.” Pondering to herself. “Who am I?” The subtle inane
connections fire off in her mind, thoughts forming, life becoming realized. An
explosion pierces her mind and comes to fruition in bright white. “I am…. me…
right?” Her gaze shifts from the unending tides and broken shores that decorate
the horizon to a form… while familiar, couldn’t be more disconcerting… more
inconceivable. Digits extend out from appendages with joints that bisect their
lengths. Flexion and tension allow movement in this seemingly unknown form
whilst maintaining an air of familiarity.
“I…” she begins to enunciate before
dropping off just as quickly. “Whose voice was that?” The thought races from
concept to concern before it can even be considered.
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