Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
Her hand wrapped around the purple object; its petals surprisingly soft against her fingers. The confusion crept forward. Then everything went black.
Thal's immediate response was panic as she fought the water that engulfed her body. It swallowed every limb and every thought, like a plunging void of consciousness. Her instincts screamed to fight. To escape. To throw off the black blanket of nothingness. But she had felt this before. Years ago, as her body had ceased being her own and the watery depths had consumed her. Back then, it'd been a comfort that she longed to embrace. A welcome warmth of abyss that felt like the safety of a womb. Only a will to live had prevented her from giving in to the desire to stay.
Somehow, this felt different. As her body sank deeper, deeper, Thal felt the cold touch of despair. The liquid around her wasn't the protective sac of amniotic fluid, but the icy grave of the seafloor pulling her into its clutches.
But she didn't fight it.
Didn't she deserve this? She hadn't been kind or caring. She hadn't made a difference in the world. She hadn't mattered. What did her life mean?
Thal didn't have an answer and the initial fight fled her body. She ceased to exist within her mind. It left behind a husk of vacant desolation where not a single thought disturbed the black pool of consciousness. As the tension dissolved into threads of depression, her eyes drifted closed and her hand released its hold on the Void Lotus.
Thal lets go of the Void Lotus.
Thal's immediate response was panic as she fought the water that engulfed her body. It swallowed every limb and every thought, like a plunging void of consciousness. Her instincts screamed to fight. To escape. To throw off the black blanket of nothingness. But she had felt this before. Years ago, as her body had ceased being her own and the watery depths had consumed her. Back then, it'd been a comfort that she longed to embrace. A welcome warmth of abyss that felt like the safety of a womb. Only a will to live had prevented her from giving in to the desire to stay.
Somehow, this felt different. As her body sank deeper, deeper, Thal felt the cold touch of despair. The liquid around her wasn't the protective sac of amniotic fluid, but the icy grave of the seafloor pulling her into its clutches.
But she didn't fight it.
Didn't she deserve this? She hadn't been kind or caring. She hadn't made a difference in the world. She hadn't mattered. What did her life mean?
Thal didn't have an answer and the initial fight fled her body. She ceased to exist within her mind. It left behind a husk of vacant desolation where not a single thought disturbed the black pool of consciousness. As the tension dissolved into threads of depression, her eyes drifted closed and her hand released its hold on the Void Lotus.
Thal lets go of the Void Lotus.
Thalassa
