There are only three things you remember:
Your birth date, your city of origin…and 11:59 pm.
It’s the last thing you recall, the only real memory you can recall. Looking at a clock on the wall. The second hand sweeping dramatically, the tick booming in your ears. But now you’re here: standing - or perhaps floating - in pitch darkness, trying to understand where you are, who you are, what you are.
bong
bong
bong
at the first strike of the gong, you shriek into the void, adrenaline pumping through your veins at the sudden intrusion of a sound so deep it vibrates into your bones…
bong
bong
bong
…more sound filters in: immediately, there’s the sound of wind, perhaps branches. All the noises of nature. In the distance, you can hear voices chattering, music, squeals of pleasure and terror both…
bong
bong
bong
…gravity hits, and hard. You stumble to your knees as you hit terra firma feet first, landing on damp soil, leaves and bits of stone. The scent that hits your nose is that of an ancient forest, redolent of both the living - trees, flowers, mushrooms…and the dead - decaying leaves, rotting bark and the unpleasant odor of decomposition…
bong
bong
bong
…at the final thud of the gong, vision returns and though it is the dark of night, you can make out trees, bushes and a lantern-lined path heading into the depth of the forest before you
Though something about the way forward seems foreboding, one look behind you makes you shudder; isn’t it odd how nothingness is the most terrifying thing you’ve ever seen?
You don’t know how long you’ve been standing there, trembling, weeping, calling out in helpless frustration as you try to bring back something, anything, to give context to where and who you are. Nothing appears, nothing calms you… but there is that path in front of you. Curiously compelling, almost soothing to look at…
Perhaps if you take a step, one step – maybe… just maybe… things will begin to make sense.
Hosted and narrated by:
Felix (AFABulousBoy)
Started 08/02/18.
Scenes played: 21
License: Host License
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