The dreams...they were always so...bright...alive...different...
When she was awake, it was dark...except for the circles...
Everyone said she couldn't see, but she saw the world through those circles...but her dreams...they were...different...She couldn't find the right words to talk about it, so she didn't. Her parents probably wouldn't understand anyway...right? Wake time was always so dark and familiar...but sleep time...if they were open, she was sure her eyes would scream from the bright...but in a good way...it was odd...but she loved to dream...and she never forgot them. Not a one.
Like the circles, the dreams were all different kinds. Some were light, others were still dark. Almost completely dark but for tiny dots...more than she could ever count...but it was soothing in a way. Not like the running dreams...She never knew what she was running from, but she could never stop. Those were...her body was soaking by the time she would wake up...
But sometimes, about once in a blue moon, she would just dream of floating...being in water without the wetness...those were her favorite. She was floating when it happened.
"Wha-...why is everything getting so dark? It's not morning..."
"Choose."
"Choose..? Choose what?"
"Observe, and choose."
"Choose between those?
Ok...um...Papa always says bigger things are better so...besides, it's so much bigger than the other on-AHH! That sound...! That wailing...! That laughter...that sick laughter...My ears are burning...! ...Now it sounds like...someone...crying...despair...I can feel...the hatred...this...is death...No...No, I want the other ball! Take me away from this...please...please...No, not more laughter! ...Wait...this sounds like...a child...a child's laughter...of...joy...no, children...it sounds lovely...now cheering...now...life...love...Why is this...so much smaller than the other...?
"Have you chosen?"
"Yes, but-"
"Very well. Awaken, Rhia."
3 years ago
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