squiddoposting

you wake up and you are cold. you’re floating, and you panic. you grasp upward, your hands scrabble against rock. you’re not sure how, but you get up onto the floating island. you gasp desperately for air, but it doesn’t help you catch your breath. finally you sit up. “hello?” you wheeze out, voice sounding alien in the utter silence. “i-is anyone there?” where are you? you’re not sure. when did you get here? what were you doing? your chest hurts, there’s blood in your eyes. your head is burning. there’s a smudge of orange in your vision. you focus, unsure what it is, but it seems to be some sort of feathery thing. you shakily reach up and tug on it, and a sharp flare of pain travels down it. did you have that before? it occurs to you that you can’t remember. you rack your mind, but it’s all fractured. there’s flickers of light and color here and there, and you can almost remember a face. or two. you’re not sure. the few more solid memories, images of towering stone spires and white eyes in the shadows, are only fragments. you try to mentally grasp at the shattered-glass images, but they slip from your mind like trying to grasp water. “hello?” you call again. maybe there’s someone here. maybe you came here with someone else? it’s so empty here, and you’re not very hopeful. your voice echoes eerily. you hear nothing. “where am i?” your aching eyes raise to an orbiting dark shape far above. you look at your hands, bloody from touching your face.