[hrp]I apologize in advance to the creators of the following characters for having “borrowed” their creation without being able to contact some of them despite several attempts. In my defense, on the one hand I don't think I betrayed their creation, on the other hand everything that follows does not (completely) represent reality since everything happens in a dream. *ambassador cough*
Who can say what reality really is, what really happened? Aren't we living in a dream? Or are dreams the result of our past experiences, a fragment of reality transformed or caused by external conditions?
Who can say if the following dialogues are real or are the fruit of the imagination of a brain in turmoil under the influence of a substance accidentally or on the contrary intentionally introduced into a harmless drink?
Eolinius lay down in his hammock as usual and fell asleep like a stone. In the middle of the night, he became restless and had the same dream all over again. But this time something had changed. No doubt thanks to the hypnosis session with the dynastic healer Tao-Sian, something had clicked in his head and this time he heard exactly what was being said in his dream.
He was walking aimlessly in a cloud of pink wisps. All around him, naked trees with stunted, leafless branches stood like accusing ghosts, bending as he passed. The landscape had gradually become one of absolute desolation and he was making his way through a purple field. When he reached the middle of the void, a purple spectre stood before him. His mask was battered and flayed, and red eyes stared back at him. The damned soul spoke to him in an unknown language, but he could clearly hear what it was saying in his head.
- Don't resist, go back to the Goo! The Goo is the only way out!
The cursed soul approached and was about to engulf him when it suddenly stopped, disturbed by something. She turned around in surprise.
In a corner of Eolinius' brain, another soul, just as black, but of a different nature appeared, crawling on the floor of a dark and viscous cave. She pushed forward the worm-eaten furniture and chairs which collapsed in a cloud of dust. Advancing in the darkness we could not see his face. This otherworldly emanation was hidden behind a mirror.
The Purple - « What? You ! What are you doing here ? This is not your territory! »
The dark witch spoke in a slow, barely audible voice.
Kaï Ho-ko - « Perhaps... But who can say where the border between the end of one world begins... and the beginning of the next? »
The Purple - « What are you doing here? Don't tell me you're interested in this miserable Tryker! »
Kaï Ho-ko - « He, no. But the strength within him intrigues me. »
The Purple - « A strength ? There is no strength. What they call their seed of life was forged thanks to Goo. She has to go back to the Goo to feed it.
The black witch, oscillating between two worlds, smiles convulsively.
Kaï Ho-ko - « Here perhaps, but there are other worlds just as dark… Do not underestimate the power of this tryker and his guild. They are protected by a lake spirit. In their language they call this power the Nhor Drakan, the black dragon. I felt it when I once entered the head of their leader. Sometimes I see it in their dreams. »
The Purple exploded into a thousand small purple bubbles which flew away in the icy wind.
The Purple – « MOUAHAHAHA! A black dragon protecting these damn little trykers? Don't tell me that you, old witch, believe in fairy tales! »
Kaï Ho-ko - « Those damn little trykers who stick their noses everywhere? Especially in your business ? The fact remains that despite all the diabolical stratagems your foolish Antekamis-kaze have tried to deploy, you've never succeeded to break them. »
We felt a touch of irony in the morbid voice of the black witch.
The purple witch was about to explode again, but this time in anger. She changed her mind, no doubt touched by the accuracy of the words.
The Purple - « Yeah, so what ? Maybe I didn't use the best pawns at my disposal. »
While the witches were busy bickering, Eolinius cowered as much as he could and taking advantage of a moment of inattention, he tried to move away slowly without noise. Unfortunately his foot crushed a dead branch which crackled under his weight. The two witches then looked at him intensely.
Eolinius shouted: ANNN!
In a flash of silver as short as a fraction of a second, Eolinius saw the flight of a dragon's wing.
He found himself panting, sitting on the edge of his hammock.
****
Who can say what reality really is, what really happened? Aren't we living in a dream? Or are dreams the result of our past experiences, a fragment of reality transformed or caused by external conditions?
Who can say if the following dialogues are real or are the fruit of the imagination of a brain in turmoil under the influence of a substance accidentally or on the contrary intentionally introduced into a harmless drink?
****
Eolinius lay down in his hammock as usual and fell asleep like a stone. In the middle of the night, he became restless and had the same dream all over again. But this time something had changed. No doubt thanks to the hypnosis session with the dynastic healer Tao-Sian, something had clicked in his head and this time he heard exactly what was being said in his dream.
He was walking aimlessly in a cloud of pink wisps. All around him, naked trees with stunted, leafless branches stood like accusing ghosts, bending as he passed. The landscape had gradually become one of absolute desolation and he was making his way through a purple field. When he reached the middle of the void, a purple spectre stood before him. His mask was battered and flayed, and red eyes stared back at him. The damned soul spoke to him in an unknown language, but he could clearly hear what it was saying in his head.
- Don't resist, go back to the Goo! The Goo is the only way out!
The cursed soul approached and was about to engulf him when it suddenly stopped, disturbed by something. She turned around in surprise.
In a corner of Eolinius' brain, another soul, just as black, but of a different nature appeared, crawling on the floor of a dark and viscous cave. She pushed forward the worm-eaten furniture and chairs which collapsed in a cloud of dust. Advancing in the darkness we could not see his face. This otherworldly emanation was hidden behind a mirror.
The Purple - « What? You ! What are you doing here ? This is not your territory! »
The dark witch spoke in a slow, barely audible voice.
Kaï Ho-ko - « Perhaps... But who can say where the border between the end of one world begins... and the beginning of the next? »
The Purple - « What are you doing here? Don't tell me you're interested in this miserable Tryker! »
Kaï Ho-ko - « He, no. But the strength within him intrigues me. »
The Purple - « A strength ? There is no strength. What they call their seed of life was forged thanks to Goo. She has to go back to the Goo to feed it.
The black witch, oscillating between two worlds, smiles convulsively.
Kaï Ho-ko - « Here perhaps, but there are other worlds just as dark… Do not underestimate the power of this tryker and his guild. They are protected by a lake spirit. In their language they call this power the Nhor Drakan, the black dragon. I felt it when I once entered the head of their leader. Sometimes I see it in their dreams. »
The Purple exploded into a thousand small purple bubbles which flew away in the icy wind.
The Purple – « MOUAHAHAHA! A black dragon protecting these damn little trykers? Don't tell me that you, old witch, believe in fairy tales! »
Kaï Ho-ko - « Those damn little trykers who stick their noses everywhere? Especially in your business ? The fact remains that despite all the diabolical stratagems your foolish Antekamis-kaze have tried to deploy, you've never succeeded to break them. »
We felt a touch of irony in the morbid voice of the black witch.
The purple witch was about to explode again, but this time in anger. She changed her mind, no doubt touched by the accuracy of the words.
The Purple - « Yeah, so what ? Maybe I didn't use the best pawns at my disposal. »
While the witches were busy bickering, Eolinius cowered as much as he could and taking advantage of a moment of inattention, he tried to move away slowly without noise. Unfortunately his foot crushed a dead branch which crackled under his weight. The two witches then looked at him intensely.
Eolinius shouted: ANNN!
****
In a flash of silver as short as a fraction of a second, Eolinius saw the flight of a dragon's wing.
He found himself panting, sitting on the edge of his hammock.