Riful's Heart.

[dramatispersonae]

[everything goes away.]

[sight, sound, taste, touch, smell - you lose yourself to the nothing that waits through the doorway. do you have a body? a mind? what is such a thing? for a dizzying moment, you might not even be sure you have a "you" to identify these concepts with.]

[then, wrenching and violent, the confusion of the senses pummels itself back inside you like seasoning pounded into raw meat, and you're left, painfully sensate, on an open plain.]

Comments

[amivoringyou]

[IT CUTS YOUR FINGER]

[and the bush cuts you too, because there are thorns inside]

[youhadmefromhello]

—ow!

[well I am still going to grab it so there, PULLING IT OUT WHAT IS IT :U]

[amivoringyou]

[it's a sharp-edged key made of rock. how it could grow on a bush is anyone's guess ...]

[youhadmefromhello]

. . . the hell is a key doin' growin' on a bush?

[time to find a door to unlock!!]

[amivoringyou]

[you do that.]

[youhadmefromhello]

[TO A BUILDING]

[amivoringyou]

[are you climbing up ...]

[youhadmefromhello]

[I sure am]

[amivoringyou]

[okay then :D]