January 9 (12:37 AM)
“She wept in the silence. The way one weeps when truly alone, when there is no shame in being found and seen by others. Around her was nothingness absolute. No sound, no movement, no color. She floated in this nothingness, neither cold nor hot, with no reference of direction or sensation, and she wept.
Upon opening her eyes moments before, a thrill of fear had sliced up her spine.
She did not know who she was, where she was or why she was here.
Her memories, fractured flashing images, that were all that kept her mind from being completely hollow, were of a hundred worlds she could not recall seeing, and a hundred wars she could not remember fighting. Worse, they were each tainted by an emotion she had never felt, something inhuman, abrasive and sinister.
It was like drowning, drowning in someone else's dreams...”
(A)
Upon opening her eyes moments before, a thrill of fear had sliced up her spine.
She did not know who she was, where she was or why she was here.
Her memories, fractured flashing images, that were all that kept her mind from being completely hollow, were of a hundred worlds she could not recall seeing, and a hundred wars she could not remember fighting. Worse, they were each tainted by an emotion she had never felt, something inhuman, abrasive and sinister.
It was like drowning, drowning in someone else's dreams...”
(A)
