29-02-2004, 19:18
(OOC: First things first. I'm not new here, but I haven't been around for a while. As a result, my old nation was deleted, but I'm not bothered about resurrecting it. Valgaav is the name of a character, not a nation. I'm not going to say any more than that so far, so let's begin.)
Drifting endlessly, blissfully unaware. How beautiful is this multicoloured cosmos, and yet how ironic that only those unable to appreciate it may ever go there. For this is the place of lost souls. Their senses dead, they are a mere spark of consciousness, drifting endlessly, blissfully unaware. Many will stay there forever more, never releasing their feeble grip on reality, unable to let go. But for a few, there is another way. A way back. These lucky few are given the opportunity to go back to the realm of the living. But a few others make their own way back, determined, relentless in their quest.
Lost souls are sparks of consciousness, drifting. But sometimes, all it takes is one spark.
***
The body of a man, cold and pale, lay on an operating table. His chest was badly cut, and his whole body was pale because of the amount of blood he had lost. The surgeons had done what they could, but it was too late. Some wounds are too severe to recover from. There was a sensation of movement, a slight twitch here and there, and then everything seemed real, as if his senses had just woken up. Eyes opened. The room was dark now - the surgeons had turned the lights off, but there was a suggestion of light around the room, even though it should have been pitch black. There were faint sounds coming from the other side of the door, gradually getting closer. The man swung his legs over the table, and sat upright. His head was throbbing, his senses overloaded with information.
***
The two surgeons walked quickly towards the operating theatre. They knew they shouldn't have left him there, but they were under staffed, and well, what harm could a corpse do? One of the surgeons pushed open the doors, and immediately sensed that something was wrong. He clicked the light switch, and saw the bare table. His eyes were immediately drawn to the open window, and both surgeons ran over to look out. They looked out, and heard the doors open behind them. Both men spun around, just fast enough to see one pale leg disappear into the corridoor.
Drifting endlessly, blissfully unaware. How beautiful is this multicoloured cosmos, and yet how ironic that only those unable to appreciate it may ever go there. For this is the place of lost souls. Their senses dead, they are a mere spark of consciousness, drifting endlessly, blissfully unaware. Many will stay there forever more, never releasing their feeble grip on reality, unable to let go. But for a few, there is another way. A way back. These lucky few are given the opportunity to go back to the realm of the living. But a few others make their own way back, determined, relentless in their quest.
Lost souls are sparks of consciousness, drifting. But sometimes, all it takes is one spark.
***
The body of a man, cold and pale, lay on an operating table. His chest was badly cut, and his whole body was pale because of the amount of blood he had lost. The surgeons had done what they could, but it was too late. Some wounds are too severe to recover from. There was a sensation of movement, a slight twitch here and there, and then everything seemed real, as if his senses had just woken up. Eyes opened. The room was dark now - the surgeons had turned the lights off, but there was a suggestion of light around the room, even though it should have been pitch black. There were faint sounds coming from the other side of the door, gradually getting closer. The man swung his legs over the table, and sat upright. His head was throbbing, his senses overloaded with information.
***
The two surgeons walked quickly towards the operating theatre. They knew they shouldn't have left him there, but they were under staffed, and well, what harm could a corpse do? One of the surgeons pushed open the doors, and immediately sensed that something was wrong. He clicked the light switch, and saw the bare table. His eyes were immediately drawn to the open window, and both surgeons ran over to look out. They looked out, and heard the doors open behind them. Both men spun around, just fast enough to see one pale leg disappear into the corridoor.