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It had not been a dreamless sleep. No, there had been faint images that would occasionally replay themselves behind his closed eyes. He'd seen many things. It started with an explosion. Silent in the expanse of space. But what it lacked in sound it made up for in how beautifully it'd gone out. A dying star going supernova, just for a moment it shone even more passionately than it had while it was alive. More vibrant in death than in life. Then...Something came from it. Surely it'd taken longer than how quickly he'd seen it happen, but the light had turned to dark in the blink of an eye and something spun rapidly in the star's place. The light from the supernova was sucked into rings that went round and round, leaving a pitch black sphere in the middle. From the corpse of a star something else rose. Over time it swallowed countless which had gotten too close, sealing the fate of many, growing bigger as it's hunger seemed to know no bounds. For some time this was all he saw. Then there was a lapse. Suddenly rather than looking in he was looking out, watching the rings spin tirelessly around him. Yet there was the faintest feeling that something was missing. It was not enough.
At the time he could not see his own limbs but he knew he had reached beyond, and everything felt as though it had been turned inside out. Then it was dark again. Somewhere in his chest the rings still spun, their light concealed. In that moment he realized it had not been a hunger that drove the void to consume all that was around it. It was a need. A need to fill the emptiness. Something that no amount of eating stars, planets, or ships could have ever hoped to fill. So he would find something else to do it for him.
It was a long time after this that the dreams had stopped. Instead nothing but the dark behind his eyes was there to comfort him, and the soft hum of something beyond what he could perceive. When the dreams came again they were an amalgamation of what might have been memories once. Flashes of people and places. Of triumph and sorrow. There was a life that had been lived but it had melted away into something that was quickly being forgotten. All coming to an end with the sound of metal clanging together as something closed tightly. It had gone dark for a long, long time after that. These images began to slip from his memory. And when he woke they were already gone.
Now, there were few things that were familiar.
The reflection that he glimpsed on the dimly lit metal that stared back at him was not one. This, thing that contained him wasn't either. A ... sealed pod of some kind. Hardly big enough to hold him at that. Such a tight fit that only allowed for some shifting and if he really wanted to push his limits maybe a bend of the knee. He felt stiff. Like he hadn't moved an inch during his slumber and it'd taken it's toll to locking him into place, discomfort stemming from every movement made. The sound of his limbs clumsily hitting the curved walls around him echoed. This seemed like a situation that called for some level of panic but the lull of the sleep that he'd barely dragged himself out of was calling sweetly for him to come back. Exhaustion outweighed all else. How had he gotten here? Every attempt to try and think back to before the dark was met with nothing. A void. There wasn't even a strain to try and remember. There was simply nothing. Nothing but the thrum of something beyond the walls around him. That was familiar. It was a soft vibration that he could barely feel if he pressed his hand to the metal around him. Another thing that gave him some knowledge was the only bit of memory his brain could conjure. Something he recognized as his own.
Achlys.
It was all he had. A name and nothing else.
His finger tips dragged along the metal that encased him. There was a seam where two halves seemed to try and meet but left a slim gap. Bright light filtered in. He pressed the tips of his fingers between them with an intent to try and pry them apart further. Yet the metal crumpled like it'd been made of paper. Either it had been too weak or he'd been too strong. Either side of the metal pod crashed to the floor with a clatter as he sat up. Achlys blinked, eyes flicking from left to right at the fallen contraption, which left nothing more than him on a metal bed in the middle of a room he did not recognize. He himself wore nothing but a loose shirt and shorts. The attire felt weirdly unfitting to him. A window curved behind him, floor to ceiling it showed nothing but the vast expanse of the stars. In front of him...Something blue stared back. It took him a moment to realize it was a living creature. Achlys stared back with wide glowing eyes having gone rigid at the acknowledgement that there was in fact someone else in here with him. He flexed his fingers uncertainly against the metal bed under him and it began to dent from the pressure.
At the time he could not see his own limbs but he knew he had reached beyond, and everything felt as though it had been turned inside out. Then it was dark again. Somewhere in his chest the rings still spun, their light concealed. In that moment he realized it had not been a hunger that drove the void to consume all that was around it. It was a need. A need to fill the emptiness. Something that no amount of eating stars, planets, or ships could have ever hoped to fill. So he would find something else to do it for him.
It was a long time after this that the dreams had stopped. Instead nothing but the dark behind his eyes was there to comfort him, and the soft hum of something beyond what he could perceive. When the dreams came again they were an amalgamation of what might have been memories once. Flashes of people and places. Of triumph and sorrow. There was a life that had been lived but it had melted away into something that was quickly being forgotten. All coming to an end with the sound of metal clanging together as something closed tightly. It had gone dark for a long, long time after that. These images began to slip from his memory. And when he woke they were already gone.
Now, there were few things that were familiar.
The reflection that he glimpsed on the dimly lit metal that stared back at him was not one. This, thing that contained him wasn't either. A ... sealed pod of some kind. Hardly big enough to hold him at that. Such a tight fit that only allowed for some shifting and if he really wanted to push his limits maybe a bend of the knee. He felt stiff. Like he hadn't moved an inch during his slumber and it'd taken it's toll to locking him into place, discomfort stemming from every movement made. The sound of his limbs clumsily hitting the curved walls around him echoed. This seemed like a situation that called for some level of panic but the lull of the sleep that he'd barely dragged himself out of was calling sweetly for him to come back. Exhaustion outweighed all else. How had he gotten here? Every attempt to try and think back to before the dark was met with nothing. A void. There wasn't even a strain to try and remember. There was simply nothing. Nothing but the thrum of something beyond the walls around him. That was familiar. It was a soft vibration that he could barely feel if he pressed his hand to the metal around him. Another thing that gave him some knowledge was the only bit of memory his brain could conjure. Something he recognized as his own.
Achlys.
It was all he had. A name and nothing else.
His finger tips dragged along the metal that encased him. There was a seam where two halves seemed to try and meet but left a slim gap. Bright light filtered in. He pressed the tips of his fingers between them with an intent to try and pry them apart further. Yet the metal crumpled like it'd been made of paper. Either it had been too weak or he'd been too strong. Either side of the metal pod crashed to the floor with a clatter as he sat up. Achlys blinked, eyes flicking from left to right at the fallen contraption, which left nothing more than him on a metal bed in the middle of a room he did not recognize. He himself wore nothing but a loose shirt and shorts. The attire felt weirdly unfitting to him. A window curved behind him, floor to ceiling it showed nothing but the vast expanse of the stars. In front of him...Something blue stared back. It took him a moment to realize it was a living creature. Achlys stared back with wide glowing eyes having gone rigid at the acknowledgement that there was in fact someone else in here with him. He flexed his fingers uncertainly against the metal bed under him and it began to dent from the pressure.
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