Like most dreams, it began with falling. Not like a quick, startling fall; but oh-god-I-fell-off-a-building fall.
Harsh winds draped around me as I accelerated, moving at a speed unknown to myself yet fast enough to bring tears to my eyes and nearly rip off my clothing with sheer wind alone. So, like a normal human being would do when faced with this situation, I began to scream. Loudly.
I blearily looked around as I screamed, seeing nothing around me to catch myself but the foggy void that had become accustomed to the emptiness.
Well, I managed to think, at least there's no ground.
Of course, the world decided at that very moment to screw with me, and with a booming noise a reflective surface made itself known in the void below me, and I cursed my luck. Failing my arms around in an attempt to stop my momentum, I realized that it all be for naught as the ground got closer and closer, flying towards me with due to my breakneck speed.
Gritting my teeth in desperation, I threw my arms in front of me in a weak attempt to cushion my fall. Giving up, I closed my eyes in reflex as the ground met my form.
Except it didn't. There was no pain, no suddenly becoming a red splatter on the ground- just a horrible jerking motion that threatened to eject the entirety of my stomach and a numb feeling, then silence.
Awaiting a few more moments, I slowly pried open an eye, nearly soiling myself with relief when I realized that somehow, I stopped falling literally centimeters from the surface which mirrored my haggard looking face.
Sighing in relief, I let my tense body relax, feeling my legs slowly sweep out from above me and touch the strange liquid surface of the floor. Peering around, I slowly glanced downward to see my haggard reflection once more, only to realize that...it had vanished.
My reflection was gone.
A childish laugh echoed throughout the field, shaking the ground underneath my feet. With a booming noise, I turned around to see my lost reflection, but it was not what it once was.
Instead of showing my raggedy, tired appearance of a seventeen year old boy, it showed a small, frail boy of what looked like six, with shaggy hair like my own and clothes that seemed to large and too frayed to be actually worn by a human being.
But the eyes were different. Instead of a dark brown like my own, they revealed a pitch black sclera, with deep red eyes.
Darkness swallowed my vision as the child giggled again.
You've met a terrible fate, haven't you?
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