Where am I drifting...
...Why can't I feel...
...What is my purpose
...Who is Oyochi...
When will I find myself again...
Was he drowning? An eternal fall within the waters of his consciousness, bubbles of dreams and nightmares passing his descent into the unknown depths of his brain. His eyes barely opened to the light which seemed to only surround his form as if the moon shone over the surface of the night's oceans. This was different from his usual dreams, he could feel everything clearly yet at the same time easily found himself lost and without a compass. It was difficult to explain but for every bubble that drifted past his form, there was instant recognition of what portion of his mind it belonged to whether it be tied to his emotions, memories, or dreams and that is what scared him the most. Shifting his gaze upon the black pit below him, his bare feet would come in contact with something solid or at least capable of supporting his weight. This too however would surprise him as black ooze would rise around him in long strings as soon as the connection was made. It was left to mystery and the unknown what the substance represented, however as it invaded the tranquil water's Oyochi couldn't help but feel increased misery. This misery was a mixed bag of disappointment and self-pity, something that could have easily overcome his subconsciousness and make tears stream past the edges of both eyes....however this was not the case as his optical focus became distracted by something beneath the rising ooze. It was difficult to make out and as his hair still shifted with the invisible tides of his mind both palms would reach down and interrupt the upward flow of negativity creating a momentary pause. It was fractional but for a second he saw what lay beneath the darkness and it was none other than another likeliness of himself...
You're pathetic...
...You're weak minded...
...You're selfish
...You're indifferent...
You're incapable...The echoes of self doubt and black emotions verbally made their appearance, openly calling out Oyochi's shortcomings. His head seemed to turn to a different field of view every time the voice would materialize and once the final words were spoken he witnessed the dark substance that reacted as if oil in water suddenly freeze in place. No longer did it drift upwards but remained stationary in an inanimate setting, his gaze returning to where he saw his mirrored image only to see emptiness. His confusion was mounting and so to was his innate nature to solve obvious problems/mysteries. Rising to his feet, lost in a negative void of emotions that seemed to cling to the bottom and drift like a kelp forest, he finally gaze into his heart and mind's simple and true desire. "Show me the truth then....enlighten me on who I really am!"
...Wish Granted...
The emotions which previously clung almost stubbornly to the darkness below suddenly and with haste reversed itself. Every onyx sphere of negativity would descend to the bottom of his mental depths and collect as if an ocean below an ocean, clearly cutting his mind into two portions. With his feet resting on the surface of the black mass, it's reaction was in a constant state of liquidation, moving and flowing with the currents even rippling underneath his feet. He took a step and in that instance the blackness would part and reveal a glowing path that sliced through the darkness creating a wall of void along either side of him. For that moment in time, he mimic'd the herald story of Moses's parting of the Red Sea and although his path seemed undefined by an ending, his eyesight focused upon a point in the distance. There clearly further away stood a vibrant red structure that filled in the space between both walls of void, an elaborately designed doorway that was bathed in bright crimson. Oyochi was drawn to it's appearance and took another step forwards and another. With each step he took the path behind him would fill in and as the darkness would eventually consume his path fully and his form would fade away...
His eyes would open in the real world incapable of remembering the night's dream let alone what it could have symbolized...
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