Chapter 7
12 Jul 2009 Leave a Comment
in Essence Of The Soul Tags: Phase I: Rebirth
Kurutio woke up screaming, tears still saturating his face, and soaked in a pool of sweat, now lying rigid in a fetal position on the floor. For a full 37 seconds, he couldn’t draw a single breath…Then he spontaneously began to erratically sputter and cough like a recovering drowning victim.
Despite a monstrously painful migraine, he remembered the details of the dream with an extraordinarily cruel level of clarity; the lucidity of it all seemed far too realistic- far more real than life itself, and most definitely too real to be just a dream.
Maybe it wasn’t just a dream…
The thought was inevitable, but all the same, the question plagued him with a ravaging cruelty, quickly eating him alive with a fearful ferocity.
Instinctively, Kurutio quickly forced the question to the back of his mind, and tried to forget the horrid dream. But against his will, the dream played itself back in his mind, torturing him with a progressively intense vividness.
Though only a shadow– a reflection of the original experience, even then it possessed a magnitude of pain to which few ordinary conceptions of suffering can compare.
As he re-lived his literal worst nightmares, new mysterious elements came to light, further deepening his already unbearable anxiety and relentless paranoia.
Kurutio recalled being struggled by the invisible force, tormented by the eternal dream, and being estranged in the infinite darkness amid confounding streaks of red. He was force-fed another taste of the myriad of negative emotions which had permeated the depths of his soul, flooding out of the vision in endless waves.
He continued on, retracing his footsteps as these proverbial feet moved ahead on their own, completely beyond his control. Things continued to complicate, so much that it would not be outrageous to suggest that this eerie world’s very existence redefined “complexity”.
As he began to once again relive his immolation, this time Kurutio was able to see beyond the negative emotions, and before him lay three doors.
In a sort of Déjà vu retrospect, the emotions and doors were revealed to be one and the same, only in different forms (The emotions, being attracted to each other by nature, bonded with each other; in that nexus, the three doors materialized). To see the doors, Kurutio had to first become aware of and acknowledge that nexus.
Looking further beyond the doors, Kurutio suddenly realized that these doors were mirrors- reflections of himself. And as he gazed at the doors, he realized in horror that there were no reflections.
As he grew numb from the venom of despair, He felt someone push him from behind, and began to crash into the doors. But instead of colliding with them, he instead passed right them, feeling the sensation of hot water passing through ice. Looking back to steal a glance of his assailant, he saw a familiar shadow looking back at him, before disintegrating into chaff and wisps of smoke.
As he floated in a room of deathly silence, Kurutio found himself flanked by strange characters- glyphs that floating in contorted and warped bubbles of a dark acid; blood dripped from them into a bottomless pit.
There was no clear pattern to their movement, except for a spiraling tendency- as if they were in orbit.
But around what?
Kurutio’s common-sense told him that they were pulled into orbit bottomless pit, like a black hole would pull in light. But no sooner did that thought come to mind, a loud and stern voice called out…
No!
The abrupt response continued to echo on forever…
As he gazed at the characters before him, which- in a poetic sense, seemed to be written ‘with the Hand of God’, they began to darken. In frustration, Kurutio concentrated more intently upon them. But as if to toy with him– the more he struggled to analyze them, the darker they became. Before he knew it, the entire room had become shrouded in darkness.
Sensing an enormous shadow behind him, Kurutio whirled around, and was blinded by a supernaturally bright light- not only his physical eyes, but his spirit became blind as well– his whole being.
As everything came back into focus, he saw the invisible beast, and realized that the beast was Airielu.
All of this time, he had been blind to everything.
Although Kurutio still remained in denial and disbelief, there is no doubt this dream will change everything. He has received a very rude awakening, and there is no going back.
But as horrible as it may be, this nightmare is only the beginning. In the end, the journey that will follow is unfortunately too terrible a burden for him to bear alone. Perhaps that is where the real trouble lies.
