Continued from Part I, here.
The entity blinked, and nearly went insane.
For a moment, the universe, all of that lovely sensory input, simply vanished. The entity was cut off, back in its prison outside of reality! It had been thrown back out, rejected, trapped once again in its indeterminate and everlasting hell!
When the entity opened its eyes again, it was screaming.
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Monday, September 29, 2014
Monday, September 22, 2014
M Drive - The Sludge, Part I
Formless wasn't quite the right word to describe it.
The entity had shape, of a sort. If shape was the right word to describe a writhing, roiling mass that seemed to defy any attempt to corral it into a set form. It spasmed and twisted, trying to seek out some sort of definition for itself.
Blind, sightless, tasteless, earless. The entity was trapped in a hell of sensory deprivation. Every second was a million years of confinement, of lack of any awareness except for itself. It threw out filaments, twisting tentacles of blackness, but it encountered nothing that brought it relief.
That was almost the end. Perhaps, in another story, the entity would have simply gone completely past the realm of madness and into the peaceful valley of catatonic slumber. In many stories, that did happen, and nothing was left behind except for a small puddle of ever-shrinking sludge, just one more meaningless deposit in the middle of nowhere.
But that didn't happen...
The entity had shape, of a sort. If shape was the right word to describe a writhing, roiling mass that seemed to defy any attempt to corral it into a set form. It spasmed and twisted, trying to seek out some sort of definition for itself.
Blind, sightless, tasteless, earless. The entity was trapped in a hell of sensory deprivation. Every second was a million years of confinement, of lack of any awareness except for itself. It threw out filaments, twisting tentacles of blackness, but it encountered nothing that brought it relief.
That was almost the end. Perhaps, in another story, the entity would have simply gone completely past the realm of madness and into the peaceful valley of catatonic slumber. In many stories, that did happen, and nothing was left behind except for a small puddle of ever-shrinking sludge, just one more meaningless deposit in the middle of nowhere.
But that didn't happen...
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