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She drifted in the void. A glowing turquoise orb, her radiance extended barely a centimeter out before the darkness devoured it. How long she’d traveled for she could not recall, but it’d been this way for some time, pursuing a distant pinprick of light which stayed almost eternally out of reach. Why? No discernible reason, only a strong compulsion and an unheard promise upon her arrival driving her.
With such lack of clear motivation, perhaps it would’ve been better for her to stop, but there’d be little point in doing so. What else was there? Nothing. Only she, the light, and the emptiness in which it seemingly was contained.
If not halt her journey, why not return to the place of her departure? It’d been a consideration, one that had been quashed moments after she’d begun. Stuck in such a spherical state, her awareness covered a wider degree than eyes and ears previously could. Therefore, when she appeared, unbreathing and nerveless but still capable of thought, no glance was required to determine there was nowhere to go to. Nowhere, of course, but the light.
In that instant, she determined her path, one to that single source of illumination. Heaven may have been a memory to her muddled with feelings both good and bad, but here it was the only thread for her to cling to.
Even accompanied by lingering hope, a disembodied mind could still tire and ultimately suffer from the loneliness of the situation. She’d reached that point. Deprived of any new input, she often imagined her own; loved ones reached out to her from the dark with smiling faces, unaware of their sole existence within her waking dreams. They whispered words of encouragement, bolstering her efforts.
But when all those words had been heard a few too many times, the apparitions’ support flipped. Fueled by crueler memories, their comments grew snide and critical. Her drifting became impossibly slower during these lapses, overwhelmed by hurt of her own creation. Still she pressed onward.
It was in the throes of this sort of agony that she saw a new light in the void, a rival to the original in its brightness. Shining a blue hue similar to her soul’s own, it tugged at her with eager but gentle insistence. Maybe it was due to its kindred appearance, but the sight comforted and captivated her.
For the first time, she merely hovered in place. A fork in the road had emerged and uncertainty followed swiftly after.
Space was so unnatural here that decisions could not be settled by the simple matter of which light possessed the closer distance. She knew as much; the light she had been chasing never wavered in keeping itself far away. Who’s to say this friendly beacon would be any different. She could scarcely dare to presume so.
Apparently, the new light’s eagerness applied to more than its strange hold upon her. Unwilling to leave such a momentous decision to a soul floating in the dark, its intensity doubled to her observation. Then the brightness tripled, quadrupled, and so forth until the first light was all but hidden from view. The beacon had evolved into a blue sun.
However, the sun certainly did not possess the appendages this did. Barely visible except for the occasional silvery glint, they fanned out from its center to form an elaborate halo. They squirmed in place, then began to slither forward. The closing distance between her and them lent further detail to the tendrils; they were rootlike with many branching sections. While intimidated by the display, she found herself transfixed as well. They encountered little resistance as they settled upon her form.
Lying on the cobblestone. The carriage overturned. Jolting pains up her legs. Nearby screams. As she turns her head, a shoed hoof descends.
Fear spiked at their touch but was washed away by a wave of calm.
Chastising words from a stern-faced woman, her hair iron gray and her frown creased with wrinkles.
Her, the orb’s, glow began to fragment. Blue coloration bunched up until it was many bubbles on a pure white surface.
Giggling amongst the girls about prospective suitors. She catches someone in the corner of her eye and cannot repress her smile.
The bubbles glided along the orb, drawn to where the tendrils laid, and were promptly absorbed.
A dance. A stolen kiss between dear friends.
This last image stuck longer than the rest, but it eventually disappeared too like smoke on the wind. The tendrils briefly glimmered with her stolen radiance before fading to their original unremarkability. She was spotless, placid.
They took advantage of her pacification, stretching and squeezing. The orb no longer could be considered so, now sharing more in common with a lump of molten glass. They tore bits off to shape new limbs, eyes, a head, and the like, then reattached them to the mass. It was fortunate she was unfeeling, else their callous mutilation of her body might have elicited great pain. With light strokes, finer details were added. After these, they withdrew, almost as if to admire their handiwork.
The light pulsed, its brightness increasing further until it finally engulfed its creation entirely.
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Warmth. That was the first sensation she encountered.Light. When she tilted her head up to the source and opened her eyes, this was the next. A familiar ball hung high against a cloudless blue sky. The word flew to her mind as easily as she breathed: sun.
Touch. Blades of what she knew to be grass brushed under her tucked legs.
Sound followed. A dizzying clamor of voices hit her, so many that she struggled to parse each statement that met her ears.
She tried standing to meet the chaos but failed. Her legs buckled beneath and would have sent her plummeting back to the ground if not for the sudden supportive presence at her side holding her steady.
“Easy there.” A sonorous voice boomed from a height far above her. “Keep your eyes on your legs until they feel solid.”
Unable to see reason to deny the help, she obeyed. Casting her gaze downward, a sense of discomfort prickled at her. Why, she could not understand. Four legs. Hooves. From what she saw, her partner possessed the same, although theirs were not cloven or nearly as dainty. Nevertheless, she continued to stare, silently willing her legs not to quiver. Time flowed slowly, but eventually her pleas took hold.
Confidence surged through her at the meager accomplishment. “Thank you.”
Legs firmly in place, she now bothered to take notice of the surrounding commotion. Fur, scales, feathers—all these populated the bustling crowd. What or who they gathered near she could not tell, though there did appear to be an epicenter to this rather disorganized mess.
Her partner snorted. It did not seem to be a derisive noise but an instinctual one with no particular meaning. “Do you want a closer look?”
She finally glanced up to see who she was beside and nearly recoiled. A horse, his flank jet-black but his face painted white. While part of her wanted to bolt away, she stayed put. They seemed decent enough. It had to be a simple case of nerves, that’s all.
“Yes, if you do not mind.”
His only response to her request was to nod and leave with a casual flick of his tail. Having mastered standing but not so much walking, she stumbled after him.
~~~~~
As this newfound child of Home waded into the worst of the crowd, another individual stayed far at its edge. His name was never Dan or Danny. Just Daniel. Being the only thing he knew for sure, he preferred if others did not twist it to their whims.Speaking of knowledge, the opossum had been driven to this clearing for that very purpose. Even though Home was vast, word traveled far among those who kept their hearing tuned in to odd goings-on. He considered learning of such things to be a suitable way to fend off the feelings of entrapment that settled upon him often. They were indications that there was more to the world than forests, mountains, and a sun that should set but never did.
What’s more, they felt right, while everything else felt so very wrong.
In this case, the subject of interest was a returning traveler. A fox called Rupert, if he was not mistaken. Of course, the rumors tended to vary, but the gist was that he’d come back shaken and littered with unhealed injuries. Naturally, it drew many residents’ curiosity, especially since word was he was headed for not just any place but the very clearing they’d all spawned from. It turned out, that’d been correct.
Daniel had hoped to arrive here early enough to pry some answers from the traveler himself, but others possessed similar thoughts. He was stuck observing from a distance where he could not catch a single glimpse of this fox, the view obscured by bodies of all shapes and sizes. Pushing his way through the crowd was not an option, the risk of being trod underfoot being too great. He’d have to content himself with waiting.
And if impatience became too difficult to handle, he supposed he could climb one of the nearby trees to achieve a better vantage point.