Post by fullofbones on May 1, 2020 20:26:16 GMT -5
The strange, impossible sensation of being... nothing, is something that will never leave Exon- he's sure of it. The darkness, the all-encompassing peacefulness and the total lack of stress. It... the feeling is definitely incomparable to anything he can think of, even with his alarmingly limited memories and thoughts.
The world seems to fade back in slowly, one shade of color at a time, before he's looking out at a vast expanse of red, red, and more red, a gentle breeze rolling over his skin. He's upright, he can tell that much is certain, but when he tries to stretch out or flex his hands, nothing moves in response- like they don't exist anymore. Is he.. supposed to look like this?
The world seems to fade back in slowly, one shade of color at a time, before he's looking out at a vast expanse of red, red, and more red, a gentle breeze rolling over his skin. He's upright, he can tell that much is certain, but when he tries to stretch out or flex his hands, nothing moves in response- like they don't exist anymore. Is he.. supposed to look like this?