Another story by Xeno Dragon.
The Mind Trip, pt1
I wandered through my mind recently, and found it very difficult to concentrate. Mainly because there was very annoying music being played by my roommate. However, I journeyed on despite this distraction, and found myself on a dark, rocky beach, with only the light of an ever-present eyeball of a moon that insisted on watching my every move. Even when I walked beneath the stony crags that jutted awkwardly out of the rough sands of the beach, I felt the unease of the distant satellite that seemed closer to me than the silent water lapping at my feet. Even though I knew it was pinned in the black, starless expanse of sky, I felt it might drop at any moment and splash into the non-reflective water with the intent of watching me more closely.
I don’t know where I was headed, but I knew that I didn’t want to be where I was, despite it’s peaceful appearance. I turned to face the glassy ocean and looked down at my feet, where the black water rushed up and back in time with the pulsing of the moon, clinging to my ankles, and tugging at my flesh. I gave into the water’s incessant pull, and let it rise up around me. It flooded the already detestable landscape, and further tainted everything it touched. I watched it ripple over the ground beneath my feet and wash away the sand and gravel to reveal another ground beneath that, a ground which seemed to be a tarnished, broken mirror that stretched horizontally in every direction. I watched the water continue to spread it’s decay to the rock and stone, eroding them into blackened trees of warped and twisted wood that looked as though their trunks and reaching branches had been dripped into place by floating rivers of rotting mud. The vile tar water then rained upwards into the sky and formed thick, pulsing clouds of a deep blood red. These sky borne pendulums formed together to block out any view of the sky, and hung low over the demented forest I now found myself in.
I continued my walk, this time through the numerous semblances of decaying trunks that had somehow formed from the few rocky pillars on the beach. The red clouds above reflected up at me, distorted, from below, as I cut my feet on the broken mirror. It crushed and shattered in the shape of my feet whenever I took a step, only to heal and re-form itself a few moments later, to the reverse of the sound of it breaking in the first place. Having navigated my mind many times previous, this didn’t concern me. I knew better than to expect the laws of the real world to be upheld in my imagination.
What would normally concern me in this world is the vast number of demented and malformed creatures I know to inhabit it. I know not only due to past encounters, but also due to the simple fact that I, myself, created them. I do suspect that, given the virulent state of the thoughts I had echoing through my head, they knew better than to cause their usual trouble. So they clicked and growled as I passed, but nothing more.
I now found myself facing an obsidian wall which appeared to have forcibly ripped it’s way through the glass of the earth rather than having tirelessly grown from it, like the trees. In this volcanic stone behemoth, there was but a single crack, about the size for me to walk through. Seeing as there was no other apparent way to continue my aimless journey, and despite the blade-like edges of the roughly walled crevice, I decided that I would explore where, if anywhere, it would lead me.
As I entered the opening, I noticed the smell of brimstone and sulfur that commonly accompanies the beautifully deadly stone. Of course, I had no time to worry about that, as it was effort enough to avoid any but the most necessary contact with the razor edges that jutted out of the walls in ever-growing amounts. The hazardous tunnel opened up into a foul-smelling, damp cavern, the floor of which was not visible, as I was standing on a natural pathway of shiny, slippery, and lethal obsidian. This pathway stretched out like a narrow bridge over an expanse of infinite nothingness. So I crossed it. Not without weighing my limited options, of course, but what else was I to do? I certainly wasn’t turning around, and this was the only way forward. I took my time, but did not dawdle on the brittle path, and was soon at the far end of the cavern.
After making my way out through broken, slimy stalagmites, I found myself looking out from a great, gaping hole in the sky. A small trickle of liquid dripped out of the mouth of the cave and fell down to the velvety black sand desert far below. I watched as the trickle grew, as more of the liquid seeped out of the cavern behind me, until a small, yet powerful river poured with unending, growing intensity from the jagged tear in the sky that was the cave mouth, and into a quickly forming sea in the desert miles below. The river grew into a torrent which swept me out through the hole, and sent me falling through the air, passed floating, mirrored platforms which shattered into thousands of long needles and fell with me as I passed. The shards of broken glass embedded themselves like harpoons into the sand, and quickly grew in size to become crooked, spiky towers of mirrored glass and metal circuits. I, myself, plunged deep into the growing sea, and felt myself hammered downwards by the unending flow of liquid.
Once I found my way to the surface, the landscape had changed once more. The desert of black sand that I had viewed from far above was gone, replaced with an endless ocean, thick with the uneven towers jutting up from the water at odd angles. I swam to one of these towers and climbed it, eventually sitting near the pointed peak, and watching the suns rise.
I do so enjoy my imagination.
See you in a while for part 2. I would have kept going, but this post is long enough as it is.
Yours, as always,
A very thought-ridden Xeno Dragon
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Another story by Xeno Dragon.
The Mind Trip, pt1
I wandered through my mind recently, and found it very difficult to concentrate. Mainly because there was very annoying music being played by my roommate. However, I journeyed on despite this distraction, and found myself on a dark, rocky beach, with only the light of an ever-present eyeball of a moon that insisted on watching my every move. Even when I walked beneath the stony crags that jutted awkwardly out of the rough sands of the beach, I felt the unease of the distant satellite that seemed closer to me than the silent water lapping at my feet. Even though I knew it was pinned in the black, starless expanse of sky, I felt it might drop at any moment and splash into the non-reflective water with the intent of watching me more closely.
I don’t know where I was headed, but I knew that I didn’t want to be where I was, despite it’s peaceful appearance. I turned to face the glassy ocean and looked down at my feet, where the black water rushed up and back in time with the pulsing of the moon, clinging to my ankles, and tugging at my flesh. I gave into the water’s incessant pull, and let it rise up around me. It flooded the already detestable landscape, and further tainted everything it touched. I watched it ripple over the ground beneath my feet and wash away the sand and gravel to reveal another ground beneath that, a ground which seemed to be a tarnished, broken mirror that stretched horizontally in every direction. I watched the water continue to spread it’s decay to the rock and stone, eroding them into blackened trees of warped and twisted wood that looked as though their trunks and reaching branches had been dripped into place by floating rivers of rotting mud. The vile tar water then rained upwards into the sky and formed thick, pulsing clouds of a deep blood red. These sky borne pendulums formed together to block out any view of the sky, and hung low over the demented forest I now found myself in.
I continued my walk, this time through the numerous semblances of decaying trunks that had somehow formed from the few rocky pillars on the beach. The red clouds above reflected up at me, distorted, from below, as I cut my feet on the broken mirror. It crushed and shattered in the shape of my feet whenever I took a step, only to heal and re-form itself a few moments later, to the reverse of the sound of it breaking in the first place. Having navigated my mind many times previous, this didn’t concern me. I knew better than to expect the laws of the real world to be upheld in my imagination.
What would normally concern me in this world is the vast number of demented and malformed creatures I know to inhabit it. I know not only due to past encounters, but also due to the simple fact that I, myself, created them. I do suspect that, given the virulent state of the thoughts I had echoing through my head, they knew better than to cause their usual trouble. So they clicked and growled as I passed, but nothing more.
I now found myself facing an obsidian wall which appeared to have forcibly ripped it’s way through the glass of the earth rather than having tirelessly grown from it, like the trees. In this volcanic stone behemoth, there was but a single crack, about the size for me to walk through. Seeing as there was no other apparent way to continue my aimless journey, and despite the blade-like edges of the roughly walled crevice, I decided that I would explore where, if anywhere, it would lead me.
As I entered the opening, I noticed the smell of brimstone and sulfur that commonly accompanies the beautifully deadly stone. Of course, I had no time to worry about that, as it was effort enough to avoid any but the most necessary contact with the razor edges that jutted out of the walls in ever-growing amounts. The hazardous tunnel opened up into a foul-smelling, damp cavern, the floor of which was not visible, as I was standing on a natural pathway of shiny, slippery, and lethal obsidian. This pathway stretched out like a narrow bridge over an expanse of infinite nothingness. So I crossed it. Not without weighing my limited options, of course, but what else was I to do? I certainly wasn’t turning around, and this was the only way forward. I took my time, but did not dawdle on the brittle path, and was soon at the far end of the cavern.
After making my way out through broken, slimy stalagmites, I found myself looking out from a great, gaping hole in the sky. A small trickle of liquid dripped out of the mouth of the cave and fell down to the velvety black sand desert far below. I watched as the trickle grew, as more of the liquid seeped out of the cavern behind me, until a small, yet powerful river poured with unending, growing intensity from the jagged tear in the sky that was the cave mouth, and into a quickly forming sea in the desert miles below. The river grew into a torrent which swept me out through the hole, and sent me falling through the air, passed floating, mirrored platforms which shattered into thousands of long needles and fell with me as I passed. The shards of broken glass embedded themselves like harpoons into the sand, and quickly grew in size to become crooked, spiky towers of mirrored glass and metal circuits. I, myself, plunged deep into the growing sea, and felt myself hammered downwards by the unending flow of liquid.
Once I found my way to the surface, the landscape had changed once more. The desert of black sand that I had viewed from far above was gone, replaced with an endless ocean, thick with the uneven towers jutting up from the water at odd angles. I swam to one of these towers and climbed it, eventually sitting near the pointed peak, and watching the suns rise.
I do so enjoy my imagination.
See you in a while for part 2. I would have kept going, but this post is long enough as it is.
Yours, as always,
A very thought-ridden Xeno Dragon
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