L O S T
Nothingness.
No thoughts, or sights, or sounds, no feelings, not even an inky black backdrop to the eternity of existence. There was simply nothing. Time had become meaningless, inconsequential, a construct that no longer held any value or sway. Everything that was, everything that ever would be, simply existed. And at the same time, still nothing did at all.
And yet, as this abyss engulfed everything and everyone, as the weightless form drifted on the tide of a void that could not be fully comprehended, all that began to change.
It was small at first, the unexplainable sensation which filled that nothingness, and spurred life into a mind that had long since given up the fight, a mind that had already become one with the mystical energy which permeated the Universe, a phantom limb twitching where no physical body could possibly manifest itself.
From there it simply snowballed, until pain like no other lashed at the core of the spurned soul which had found peace within the throws of the Force. She could feel it now, that which had been lost to her, the senses which had dampened to non-existence, and slowly yet surely the form which had been obliterated into nothingness at the foot of her murderer.
Asha Seren.
That was who she was.
Loving mother to children whose faces she had come to forget in life, whom she had lost, and devoted wife to a husband who had likewise vanished amidst his vendetta. It was coming back to her now, all of it, all that she had been forced to forget, all that had been erased from her memory.
Taunting her, as she remained there suspended on the edge of life and death. The void called to her, and she longed to rejoin it. For all she knew millennium had passed, let her remain dead, let her remain away as she had been for who knew how long.
But even her acknowledgement of such, even her silent pleas, only expedited the process.
And that pain continued to tear through her, setting fire to limbs she did not remember regaining, until she felt a mouth she had forsaken open in an agonizingly silent scream. Every muscle in her body ached, contracted, threatened to tear under the pressure.
She became all too aware of every single bodily function as the body, not her own body but whatever foreign vessel she was sensing around her, imprisoning her, awoke; the flow of her blood, the air through her lungs, intestines that had never processed sustenance which had never passed through her lips, and a brain which whirred under the strain of it all.
It was sickening. She felt trapped, immobile, forced to suffer this torturous existence as she lingered there in limbo. Still amidst darkness which had become inky black, rather than nothingness.
Until pinpricks of light burst through.
Until the sound of the Galaxy, however minute, however silent it may have seemed, pierced her ears. Compared with nothing, it was deafening, that silence, the ringing in her ears... Suffocating.
A breath could be heard, shuddered and desperate, the sound of life itself returning, and though she felt no connection to it she knew that it had to be her own. From that Frankenstein body she had unwittingly become one with.
One... No, that was wrong. It did not fit right, it felt like an oversized suit that weighed her down, with the sleeves and legs sewn shut, no way out...
Finally those disconnected eyes opened, and black turned white in a blinding moment of disorientation. She couldn't make out anything as the newly formed eyes tried their best to adjust to the intensity of light, though she felt tears fall hot against cold cheeks which were experiencing true blood flow for the first time.
Upside down, or rightside up, lay or suspended, she could not make heads or tails of her situation. All that she knew was that the body she had been forced into was crying uncontrollably, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
And somewhere deep inside, her soul cried with it.
No thoughts, or sights, or sounds, no feelings, not even an inky black backdrop to the eternity of existence. There was simply nothing. Time had become meaningless, inconsequential, a construct that no longer held any value or sway. Everything that was, everything that ever would be, simply existed. And at the same time, still nothing did at all.
And yet, as this abyss engulfed everything and everyone, as the weightless form drifted on the tide of a void that could not be fully comprehended, all that began to change.
It was small at first, the unexplainable sensation which filled that nothingness, and spurred life into a mind that had long since given up the fight, a mind that had already become one with the mystical energy which permeated the Universe, a phantom limb twitching where no physical body could possibly manifest itself.
From there it simply snowballed, until pain like no other lashed at the core of the spurned soul which had found peace within the throws of the Force. She could feel it now, that which had been lost to her, the senses which had dampened to non-existence, and slowly yet surely the form which had been obliterated into nothingness at the foot of her murderer.
Asha Seren.
That was who she was.
Loving mother to children whose faces she had come to forget in life, whom she had lost, and devoted wife to a husband who had likewise vanished amidst his vendetta. It was coming back to her now, all of it, all that she had been forced to forget, all that had been erased from her memory.
Taunting her, as she remained there suspended on the edge of life and death. The void called to her, and she longed to rejoin it. For all she knew millennium had passed, let her remain dead, let her remain away as she had been for who knew how long.
But even her acknowledgement of such, even her silent pleas, only expedited the process.
And that pain continued to tear through her, setting fire to limbs she did not remember regaining, until she felt a mouth she had forsaken open in an agonizingly silent scream. Every muscle in her body ached, contracted, threatened to tear under the pressure.
She became all too aware of every single bodily function as the body, not her own body but whatever foreign vessel she was sensing around her, imprisoning her, awoke; the flow of her blood, the air through her lungs, intestines that had never processed sustenance which had never passed through her lips, and a brain which whirred under the strain of it all.
It was sickening. She felt trapped, immobile, forced to suffer this torturous existence as she lingered there in limbo. Still amidst darkness which had become inky black, rather than nothingness.
Until pinpricks of light burst through.
Until the sound of the Galaxy, however minute, however silent it may have seemed, pierced her ears. Compared with nothing, it was deafening, that silence, the ringing in her ears... Suffocating.
A breath could be heard, shuddered and desperate, the sound of life itself returning, and though she felt no connection to it she knew that it had to be her own. From that Frankenstein body she had unwittingly become one with.
One... No, that was wrong. It did not fit right, it felt like an oversized suit that weighed her down, with the sleeves and legs sewn shut, no way out...
Finally those disconnected eyes opened, and black turned white in a blinding moment of disorientation. She couldn't make out anything as the newly formed eyes tried their best to adjust to the intensity of light, though she felt tears fall hot against cold cheeks which were experiencing true blood flow for the first time.
Upside down, or rightside up, lay or suspended, she could not make heads or tails of her situation. All that she knew was that the body she had been forced into was crying uncontrollably, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
And somewhere deep inside, her soul cried with it.
