Dreams
For an age he had lain imprisoned within his mind. Dreaming. Locked in sleep, his brain impounded
while his dreams curved in on themselves, trapped in the isolation of a myriad artificial realities
For an age he had lain imprisoned within his mind. Dreaming. Trapped in the isolation of a myriad artificial realities
There were countless worlds in his dreams, every one of them endlessly diverse, and as
his dreams wandered from one to the other, he was not aware of his own existence or the passing of time.
He was alone in realms of infinity; perception without memory, sensation without thought
He was not aware of his own existence or the passing of time. He was alone in realms of infinity; perception without memory, sensation without thought
And at times his dreams found their way out along odd tangents in the intricate array of logic
that kept him within himself. Leaked out and strayed, forgotten impulses in a jumble of circuitry...
And at times his dreams found their way out along odd tangents, leaked out and strayed, forgotten impulses in a jumble of circuitry...
Then there was a voice
It called to him from a world outside his dreams, from beyond the limited curve of his infinite horizon.
As he perceived this, the cycle was interrupted. Then, as the veils of his dream were lifted, rising up
from depth upon depth of layered reality and slowly unfolding along the point of intrusion...
It called to him from beyond the limited curve of his infinite horizon.
As the veils of his dream were lifted, rising up from depth upon depth of layered reality and slowly unfolding along the point of intrusion...
The dreamer awoke.