Remliel

Seigh opened his eyes, to find himself standing in a vast, open field. The horizon that spanned in front of him seemed endless. Unaware of where he was, he looked up and saw a figure in the distance. Where Seigh was standing gave him a feeling of non-existence. There was no air to breath, but he could breath and the physical feeling of being had left the fabrication of reality behind. There was no feeling of a world around him creating a numb sensation, like when he would watch the ants and vanish off into his own world. Or, when he and his sister would play make pretend about the Cranberry King and the murder of the swans. It was there, but at the same time, it wasn’t. Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all is the greatest magic that children possess. Before he could realize it, the figure from the distance was standing next to him and took on the form of a man.

“Hello Seigh, I am known as Remliel. My sole purpose is to bring you to God consciousness and union with your eternal self. You have another day of sleep left in your reality. Just rest yourself there…childe…, your mortal soul still has a story to tell. I will tell you that your young mind is meant to be stretched and nearly broken in the time you have. You own a world in your mind, and you have yet to understand your true power. Keep your mind open to all suggestions and allow your will to be free in order to keep yourself whole. Hindrance will be your greatest enemy and there will be many obstacles that you will must overcome. You will awaken from this with a burden. That burden will stay with you until you die. Your job is to give back twice as much as you’ve been given. Your ears are meant for listening so your heart may hear. When the time comes, Seigh, you will know what to do.”

“But what if I can’t do it, mister? What if I get scared?” Seigh’s quivering voice echoed throughout the vibrating mindscape.

“You will at times be scared; your course is already set before you. You just simply have to keep it in motion. You have yet to endure what has already happened. Now rest your young, tattered mind, childe. I see you have a blemish on your cheek, let me wipe that.” Remliel licked his thumb and rubbed the blemish from Seigh’s cheek. The divine had touched him and pure energy surged through his ethereal body. The field he was standing in began to fade into darkness, and the sweet smell of honeysuckle crept into his imagination. He slipped back into his dream world and the field he was standing in faded into the eternity that gave it form.

He and Darling played along the lake. Every time spent with Darling returned to him in purple flashes of energy that would vibrate through the landscape of his subconscious. The times at the lake and the murder of the swans game that they had played kept coming through and drifting back out into the dark oblivion of his mind. The images turned to dinosaurs that swirled into shadows, they would be replaced by images of men wearing fedoras. Pain flashed instantly and ran wild through his subconscious. Graffiti walls took the place of the images of the dark men; he was running through the maze of his mind, across a bridge and through tunnels. Surrounded by monsters and taking refuge behind the giant calamity trees that were only familiar to him because of the serepentine designs in the bark. Fire branded his mind and jarred him into a flash of wild imagination. Flashes of indigo sky illuminated his sub-conscious. Half-suns and purple moons all danced through his mind over and over again, in and out of sight. They made their path over the horizon of the world he and Darling created. Then, he was falling; next he was flying. One does not know exhaustion in a dream, in this dream Seigh felt he was tired.

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