Salvira Ava
Death is the Beauty of Life
Introduction
It was like experiencing death, but never dieing yet still suffering. If only I was lucky enough to have it for a moment rather than eternity. Now days I cannot even recall the who's and how's of how it all started, it's not like I can just get up and start looking. My mind is no use either, I have finally learned everything in the process of the mind was a lie. It was strange to not be dead, yet very few people still see me. I'm ignored like a ghost, slowly withering away from existence. There is no comfort in reality. Till this day I still struggle to capture the attention of others but those who I have been 'lucky' with, quickly vanish due to those that haunt me.
Recently, the greatest comfort of mine is through an astral plain though mine never seems bright. Those closed minded would call it the imagination Through great relaxation, I lose my thoughts staring outside in whatever scene Nature has to provide. Like a robot with no emotional input. Though now that is more of a lie. I cannot see, nor relax. I am already eternally asleep. There I vision myself in a wary plain, gloom filled, shadows and cold but bright enough like...twilight. All I do is lay afloat above the ground frozen in time. Occasionally a 'spirit' will walk past me, less visible than I. A man in a black Hood lingers around me frequently. I know who he is or more of what. It's just darkness to you.
Drowning in the midst of nowhere or perhaps somewhere. The painful start enhanced by fear and anxiety, then the gentle fall wrapped by the internal currents of the water. Staring up into the fading light of the last sun you will ever see entering darkness. The glimmering bubbles flying past you, ones with your last bits of air encased inside. My body is only truly asleep. My mind takes place of the heart and destroys everything you once enjoyed. Crystallized in time.
Chapter One: She Only Tried For a Moment
Somewhere, yet nowhere was a land filled with sorrow. Darkening fog covered the ground hiding any possible pest that may be crawling around your feet. The land was quiet, so quiet that even silence had it's own sound. Occasionally, a crow could be seen gliding near ground then vanishing as if it were never there. Like the fog rose up engulfing the creature, a life of it's own. The land had a mind of it's own.
In the center of this sorrowful land was an empty plain, the fog was lighter but never the less haunting. To those rare sadden spirits who cross this plain consider it the Crossing, in belief that it linked different realms. But some never got to cross, they faded from existence due to the fog. There, frozen in time, was a young woman laying afloat just above the fog. She was completely still, no sudden signs of life escaped her but instincts told she was still alive.
A moment given, and a figure appeared before the sleeping woman. The figure appeared to look similar to the young woman, with her short cropped, ghostly silver hair matching the other. Minuets passed as the faded figure looked over herself, then raised her hand to examine it. I'm awake once more. I have to make it count for I do not know when I will wake again. A forest surrounded the empty plain and to the south, behind the faded woman, a low echo of a deep pain reached her ears. Looking back, she could only fear the pain that watched her in the distance. She must not head back. An sudden urge told her to make a run for it to the North, thus she did almost in panic. With each jolting step brought her closer to the shadowed trees that looked down upon her, once she made it to the trunk of the first lining, she took a look back. The southern forest was no longer there, now just an dark shadow towered over everything. Hang in there...Me.
The woman stepped carefully in the northern forest for it was known to be linked to reality. Occasionally you could see humans who were in deep meditation, wander around or perhaps sitting somewhere. She was able to see what they looked like to an extend though their faces may be blurred or be on a heavy grey scale. However, to them, she was nothing more than a faceless spirit. Deeper in the woods she came across a gentleman who was sitting beneath a tree, it appeared he was still in the process of "becoming full". There was a strong aura coming from him that draw her to, almost like force. She pranced around him, trying to see his face. Drawing close in almost like taking his breath away. She tried hard when she found someone, in hopes they could help her. False energy filled her spirit as she got close, then she sat in front of him....
Can you... me....
Her voice faded.
It was like experiencing death, but never dieing yet still suffering. If only I was lucky enough to have it for a moment rather than eternity. Now days I cannot even recall the who's and how's of how it all started, it's not like I can just get up and start looking. My mind is no use either, I have finally learned everything in the process of the mind was a lie. It was strange to not be dead, yet very few people still see me. I'm ignored like a ghost, slowly withering away from existence. There is no comfort in reality. Till this day I still struggle to capture the attention of others but those who I have been 'lucky' with, quickly vanish due to those that haunt me.
Recently, the greatest comfort of mine is through an astral plain though mine never seems bright. Those closed minded would call it the imagination Through great relaxation, I lose my thoughts staring outside in whatever scene Nature has to provide. Like a robot with no emotional input. Though now that is more of a lie. I cannot see, nor relax. I am already eternally asleep. There I vision myself in a wary plain, gloom filled, shadows and cold but bright enough like...twilight. All I do is lay afloat above the ground frozen in time. Occasionally a 'spirit' will walk past me, less visible than I. A man in a black Hood lingers around me frequently. I know who he is or more of what. It's just darkness to you.
Drowning in the midst of nowhere or perhaps somewhere. The painful start enhanced by fear and anxiety, then the gentle fall wrapped by the internal currents of the water. Staring up into the fading light of the last sun you will ever see entering darkness. The glimmering bubbles flying past you, ones with your last bits of air encased inside. My body is only truly asleep. My mind takes place of the heart and destroys everything you once enjoyed. Crystallized in time.
Chapter One: She Only Tried For a Moment
Somewhere, yet nowhere was a land filled with sorrow. Darkening fog covered the ground hiding any possible pest that may be crawling around your feet. The land was quiet, so quiet that even silence had it's own sound. Occasionally, a crow could be seen gliding near ground then vanishing as if it were never there. Like the fog rose up engulfing the creature, a life of it's own. The land had a mind of it's own.
In the center of this sorrowful land was an empty plain, the fog was lighter but never the less haunting. To those rare sadden spirits who cross this plain consider it the Crossing, in belief that it linked different realms. But some never got to cross, they faded from existence due to the fog. There, frozen in time, was a young woman laying afloat just above the fog. She was completely still, no sudden signs of life escaped her but instincts told she was still alive.
A moment given, and a figure appeared before the sleeping woman. The figure appeared to look similar to the young woman, with her short cropped, ghostly silver hair matching the other. Minuets passed as the faded figure looked over herself, then raised her hand to examine it. I'm awake once more. I have to make it count for I do not know when I will wake again. A forest surrounded the empty plain and to the south, behind the faded woman, a low echo of a deep pain reached her ears. Looking back, she could only fear the pain that watched her in the distance. She must not head back. An sudden urge told her to make a run for it to the North, thus she did almost in panic. With each jolting step brought her closer to the shadowed trees that looked down upon her, once she made it to the trunk of the first lining, she took a look back. The southern forest was no longer there, now just an dark shadow towered over everything. Hang in there...Me.
The woman stepped carefully in the northern forest for it was known to be linked to reality. Occasionally you could see humans who were in deep meditation, wander around or perhaps sitting somewhere. She was able to see what they looked like to an extend though their faces may be blurred or be on a heavy grey scale. However, to them, she was nothing more than a faceless spirit. Deeper in the woods she came across a gentleman who was sitting beneath a tree, it appeared he was still in the process of "becoming full". There was a strong aura coming from him that draw her to, almost like force. She pranced around him, trying to see his face. Drawing close in almost like taking his breath away. She tried hard when she found someone, in hopes they could help her. False energy filled her spirit as she got close, then she sat in front of him....
Can you... me....
Her voice faded.