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Forty six standard years ago.
The flashes of faces and people unknown flew past his mind's eye, but so quick that whenever he tried to grasp or hang onto an image of whoever it was that seemed to be assailing him, it was gone before he could make sense of it, like clutching at smoke.
Phantoms.
Some were human, many were, and yet many more were not.
Shouting , screaming, angry, frightened, happy , calculating, and simply cold...lifeless...
These frenzied apparitions tore at him, as if in an attempt to either drag the boy to wherever it is they came from, or to simply use him to escape.
Some were dressed in uniforms, not too dissimilar from the police, or the naval-men his father would point out, time to time.
Others , had hideously deformed features, with what seemed like tattoos or war paint...
Within this seething maelstrom of visions, came an over-whelming feeling of detachment from himself, perhaps his physical self.
As if the boy was suddenly adrift along some kind of metaphysical plain that had up until now been shut off to him.
In its place, a feeling of being....
(...the boy struggled to find the words suitable...)
...connected.
To everyone and everything...
A wave swept over him, and a feeling he had never felt before seemed to wash over his entire being, like being engulfed in a tidal wave.
He was taken under , limbs flying out , lungs bursting for air, but he was drowning...
It was too much, the crashing , swirling water smothered him, and he was scared...
Blind Panic set in, fighting and flaying uselessly against the water that smothered him...
A voice, from deep inside himself, spoke to him, it was calming, reassuring, goading...
The realisation, was blunted both from inexperience and ignorance, but a basic part of him, an instinctive essence, spoke to him from somewhere, and in this crude fashion, although he did not understand it, he accepted it.
And gave himself to it.
All at once, the waters calmed, and the current warmed him, panic was replaced with serenity.
The boy did not know how long he spent there, floating, immersed, but before long another voice, muffled and distorted, carried through the ether...
He focused onto it, and found simply by doing so, it became clearer, he could hear words now, no longer indistinct..
His name, it was calling his name...
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Forty six standard years ago.
The flashes of faces and people unknown flew past his mind's eye, but so quick that whenever he tried to grasp or hang onto an image of whoever it was that seemed to be assailing him, it was gone before he could make sense of it, like clutching at smoke.
Phantoms.
Some were human, many were, and yet many more were not.
Shouting , screaming, angry, frightened, happy , calculating, and simply cold...lifeless...
These frenzied apparitions tore at him, as if in an attempt to either drag the boy to wherever it is they came from, or to simply use him to escape.
Some were dressed in uniforms, not too dissimilar from the police, or the naval-men his father would point out, time to time.
Others , had hideously deformed features, with what seemed like tattoos or war paint...
Within this seething maelstrom of visions, came an over-whelming feeling of detachment from himself, perhaps his physical self.
As if the boy was suddenly adrift along some kind of metaphysical plain that had up until now been shut off to him.
In its place, a feeling of being....
(...the boy struggled to find the words suitable...)
...connected.
To everyone and everything...
A wave swept over him, and a feeling he had never felt before seemed to wash over his entire being, like being engulfed in a tidal wave.
He was taken under , limbs flying out , lungs bursting for air, but he was drowning...
It was too much, the crashing , swirling water smothered him, and he was scared...
Blind Panic set in, fighting and flaying uselessly against the water that smothered him...
A voice, from deep inside himself, spoke to him, it was calming, reassuring, goading...
The realisation, was blunted both from inexperience and ignorance, but a basic part of him, an instinctive essence, spoke to him from somewhere, and in this crude fashion, although he did not understand it, he accepted it.
And gave himself to it.
All at once, the waters calmed, and the current warmed him, panic was replaced with serenity.
The boy did not know how long he spent there, floating, immersed, but before long another voice, muffled and distorted, carried through the ether...
He focused onto it, and found simply by doing so, it became clearer, he could hear words now, no longer indistinct..
His name, it was calling his name...
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