Radical-9
Intermission X:

Intermission X:

February 24^th, 2022

10:48 Am

I'm enveloped in white, everything around me goes blank. It's all so frightening and wonderful at once, everything is so pure and primordial; the wonder, the beauty, the fear.

It doesn't stop.

I begin thinking of terrible things. Fear and beauty dance around my brain like a waltzing duo, and then there is the scream. I don't know if it is my scream, but it most likely isn't...I think. It's deeper than the sounds I can make, or at least, I think that I can make.

I call out in response, my voice echoes around me on a delay. I swallow hard and can feel.

My feeling extends farther than it ever could before, I feel the white, everything the white touches, everything that touches.

Everything and nothing.

And then all at once it all stops. All thought stops and the fear stops. The beauty and the white stops.

I'm thrown out like a rat in a vicious hurricane.

Everything returns slowly; the sights, the sounds, the pains, the weight of existence, it all slowly creeps back into my body as my vision comes into focus. Small brick buildings line the road in front of us, greenery and shrubs dot the land in patches, this is the first town I had seen in the monitor. This must be Novus Dandé.