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Chaotic

Write a scene where something chaotic is happening.

Stuck In My Mind

She is existing in the endless void that lies beneath the conscious realm, as she floats alone, suspended in this darkness, she disassociates from the world and reality, and embraces her true nature of feral darkness and lost promises.

  As she floats, she reminisces of pasts not her own, and waits for them to solidify into reality.  

  She reaches out to the empty pasts, aching to be drawn into them, but fearing the raw truth that festers there, and how it may harm her if she grasps these soft, warm realities, and what false truths lay in wait, ready to catch her and drag her back down into this abyss in which she aches for a better life.

  She is full of a longing that few mortals have ever felt, it was like a beast, a feral, wild beast, angry and hungry, cornered and isolated.

  She cries out, wanting it to end, to banish it far far away. She wants to escape it, to flee from this raw pain that shakes her.

  She feels the presence of those pasts, those lost dreams of reality, that is better, and they are like old friends of whom she has forgotten, and found again, and they calm her, embracing her in their soft presence and gentle warmth.

  She can’t see them now—she couldn’t see them to begin with-but she feels their presence, and she is suspended in this darkness known only to beings unheard of by man, she finds new strength in this terrible cage of night.

  She had started fighting now, out of a desire to be free from this abyss of darkness and pain, and as the fragments of other’s past, dreams, and pain swirled around her body and mind, she began to fragment, becoming the darkness that had encased her for all this time, until even her name had left her.

  She was nameless, faceless, merely nothing, and yet she fought, she fought for her past, and others past, and others dreams and pain.

  She fought against non-existant beings that only exist in her imagination, encasing her in her own mind, and she came to a decision.

  She would create a name, and repeat it in the long forgotten language of the sun and stars, and search for freedom in every way she could.

  She was Lanira, and she answered to no one and operated alone.

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