A new Awakening - fiction story

in #contest6 years ago

It Awakens


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As the Kunst Meister tried to move with caution, the twist brought him a chorus of pangs along the neck, till exploding within his head its white vowel of pain.
Far away, to the south, the white smoke of the stalled hoverbike no longer stood out from the purple sky.
Everything in that cursed place was wrong and the black powder was a whisk, shaken by the suffocating wind of a perverse and tireless djinn.

Now he had the certainty that all those stories whispered by candlelight were not only true, but also a pale and dull representation of the deafening truth in front of his eyes.
At every shallow breath, the macabre dunes of the Obsidian Desert reminded him of the long distance covered.
Since he had left the hoverbike behind him, he had tried to taunt himself about the creeping and imperceptible movements of the sand. By now, however, it was no longer possible to ignore it: the dunes had definitively assumed the shape of deformed faces. The Meister struggled not to look at them but could not ignore those soulless empty orbits, which peered his every uncertain step. Those mounds were reproducing his face, multiplied in a kaleidoscope of abomination.

Among the dunes, madness used to arrive well before dehydration.

He almost did not notice that the Tesseract 19 could be seen to the naked eye, right at the horizon. The column pierced the black sea and challenged the streaked clouds. The awareness of his distance made him wince. That construction was huge, that artifact was Moloch's sharpest tooth.
The warm wind delivered to him, intertwined with dust, an imperceptible howl: the wail of the monolith, an omen of death.
The man waited, an immobile exoskeleton bent over the black sand. The helmet laying abandoned beside him. Soon everything would be accomplished, one way or another.


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Awake

The Kunst Meister waited, every breath now become like climbing a lava flow. The moments were expanding beyond measure, as the black orbits of the faces of sand.

There had been a moment, in a past difficult to place now, in which he had believed he could touch the eternity with his fingertips, but this had flaked off like a butterfly wing, leaving only a shiny spot on his fingertips.

In all this time, with all this sailing through the multicolored skies with his hoverbike launched at full speed, he could not get anywhere. The carcass of the vehicle lay in the nothingness of Obsidian exactly like the carcass of himself, two separate bodies, soon no longer foreign.

His wounded sternum was shaken by a painful tremor, a silent, painful laugh of mockery: he was dying without ever having get out of himself. From the black dunes, his very homothetic faces, multiplied as fractals, watched him in an endless glimpse of empty looks and sarcastic laughter.

Laughter called from the exhausted abyss that the Meister had inside a hint of melancholy and sadness, a faded remembrance of when the exterior looked great and grand, and the interior small and lively, of when he had not yet torn the veil that covered the mirrors. Tears, at first laborious, forced their way through the furrows of his face, until they turned into an unstoppable river that was greedily absorbed by the black sand.

Sobbing, he sank more and more into the womb of the Desert, as the tears made the black sand mobile. So, that's how I'll leave. Engulfed in nothingness, in a chorus of crying voices, all echoes of my own.

The Tesseract 19 was extending its shadow into the purple sky, coming to touch his head. I did not remember it so close, he thought for a brief moment. He realized that the imperceptible lamentation of the titanic structure was nothing but another echo of his cry, an echo on the contrary, issued as an omen before the cry began.

He extended his arms upward, now little else remained of him above the surface of the Obsidian Desert. The crusted skin of the fingers, suddenly open, broke apart, like the blossoming of a red flower, and from these cracks, his soul flowed like a sapling.

Then, and only then in all his life, he had the perception of really going out of himself, of seeing somewhat else. Perception pervaded him with immense joy, and immediately he was no more.

In the same instant, the young Kunst Lehrling awoke full of excitement and energy under a red sky. With a decisive gesture, he opened the sail of his sunsurf and took off on the Iridescent Forest.


This is my entry for the week #15 of the awesome contest held by @f3nix: Finish the Story, and earn Steem Basic Income Shares.
More informations about the contest may be found here: https://steemit.com/contest/@f3nix/finish-the-story-contest-week-15


Main image by @f3nix. Other image by myself

Thank you for reading!




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Like how you took the vague writing prompt and defined the scene. Also the ending, a hint of multi-universe. The spirit leaving one realm and entering another.

it's a sort of reincarnation, very nice!

I left this thing open to many interpretations. Reincarnation is one, multiverse is another, the circle of life is another (purple sky for the old Meister, red sky for the young Lehrling: red and purple are the first and the last colors of the spectrum) 😉

I noticed but didn't connect to the light spectrum. Clever.

This was really complex and intense. I think that you got really inspired here and took the story to a very high level. Awesome contribution!

Thanks to your beginning! 😎

Have you read the dark Tower by Stephen King? One of my all-time favourite series. Some elements of this reminded me of that

Of course I have read it, and @f3nix too! But the tower was only a secondary element in this story ;)

I really couldn't believe that he did that to Roland at the end though. Having to do it all over and over again was just too cruel

Please, don't spoil the end to other readers that may have not read all the books!

I found the ending very appropriated and I absolutely expected that ;)

I guess you need to be careful with wishes to visit the tower

I guess you need to
Be careful with wishes to
Visit the tower

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Good luck today Marco, great ending. Congratulations 👏

Grazie, Bruni! This one I think succeded me well! :)

I love your descriptive language and imagery, it flows perfectly out from @f3nix's opening... Nice one man

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