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Undated Journal Entry (The handwriting here is furiously written, and the page is stained on the right upper edge with a slight bit of candle wax.)
I awoke from a dream in which my body was mine, but was as equally as foreign-feeling to me as the body of a rabbit. What I mean is that the machinations, structure, general "action" of the body was human, but to a greater degree than what I understand the human body capable of doing. Color vanished from my sight, only to show itself in times of great focus, as if highlighting the nuances I would otherwise miss. My hearing heightened to the point where my own breathing would have drowned out every other sound were it not for my inability to take a breath.
My surroundings were barren, an expansive blank canvas of a room. It extended in all directions to the horizon, floor meeting ceiling at some unknown distance. And while nothing itself showed in the room, colors appeared - sometimes briefly forming into objects, yet mostly appearing as spun strands of silk wafting through the air.
I looked down, scanning my hands, and noticed what I assumed were streams of blood coursing through my veins. Yet as I studied their paths, I noticed that the stream did not follow the in-out pattern of blood being pumped. Instead, the light shining from my body simply existed, itself pulsing in time with an unknown metronome. My sleeves blocked most of the light continuing up my arm, so I began to disrobe. In time I stood in the center of nothing, naked as the day I was born.
Free. I smiled, my head tilting up towards the ceiling. This was the foreign feeling causing my initial discomfort. Without my clothing restricting me, I felt connected to the entirety around me. I added light to this room, and within moments the symphony of lights that had only briefly shown themselves til now began to spring to life. My body reached out to them, dancing in time to a silent chorus, beautifully choreographed without conscious thought.
Moments passed, the feeling of oneness overwhelming me. In response, my body began to create and initiate rather than respond and react. My own colors, my own objects, overtaking this world and filling it with "me." I felt my body beginning to draw from the energy around me, utilizing it to amplify my creations. I smiled again, allowing myself to consciously act once again. My arms extended to either side and I spoke a single word - "Stop."
The lights obeyed my command, even those emanating from my own body. "Show me," I said. They responded in kind, forming into a large crystal. I squinted slightly, noticing a shape upon the crystal - a beard remarkably similar to my own.
"Mine," I uttered with a hint of question. The crystal shimmered, as if in affirmation. I spent the next minute staring into the crystal, taking in its intricacies. My thoughts raced, ultimately coming to a singular conclusion. I smiled for the third time, melding my current freedom with this idea. I lowered my left arm, simultaneously moving my right out in front of me. My hand cupped, and I commanded, "Form."
My scepter formed from the crystal into my outstretched hand. I scanned the room, the lights still waiting with baited breath for my next move. I was suddenly appointed lord of this land. With this power, I dismissed everything, banishing the lights to the far reaches of this plane. I was once again alone in a colorless space, the only light coming from myself.
I glanced down again, yet this time proceeded past my extremities to my chest. My left index finger touched the center of my chest, creating a ripple effect through my body as a sphere of energy revealed itself from within.
My brain once again came to life, putting the puzzle pieces of my movements together. I drew from this power source within me, sending it to my scepter, making the light swirl and glow brightly. I was no longer a torch, but a beacon - a lighthouse among the colorless. I thrust my scepter forward, a veritable cacophony of lights and sounds erupting forth. It was more than I had created before, and so I tried again. And again. I repeated this internal amplification a dozen times over, noting before me a to-scale replica of my street back home. I laughed a silent laugh.
With a swipe of my left hand, I erased the entirety of the scene and pulled it within me. I melded this energy with that of my own and pushed it back into the scepter, brighter than a star. Another eruption took place, and I found myself within the Grand Library, a book in my hand about the Twelve Kings. I felt a pulling sensation in my neck, lines crawling up my face. This sensation - one I had felt before in a nightmare - snapped me out of my reverie and burned an image in my mind.
I awoke immediately thereafter, the thoughts of the dream implanted in my mind, seared next to the visage of my face, tainted by dark red veins...