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Arcadia
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He was dreaming, as he did often, on cold, dark nights. The seemingly eternal bliss of dark oblivion surrounded him as his eyelids closed for the night, all his bodily senses shattering into the ether, his body still, his mind at ease. However, his psyche would not be at ease in the dream world for much longer as light shattered and burst forth into the ether of his unconscious mind, an avatar of himself, blurry at best, appearing in front of him. He could see himself, but this dream was not lucid. He would not be able to control his own actions within this fever dream. In front of him, a figure sprouted of unknown origin. She was a medium in size. Approximately five foot. But she stood simply, head on a tilt up to the blank canvas, whitewash sky that was the dream realm. An all-encompassing giggle could be heard from her as she sprinted away from him, his legs and arms automatons that soon followed their leader in a quick pursuit. "Wait!" His dream-self declared, worry in his voice, fear, desperation, a potent concoction of negativity. "Come back!" He spoke, worry an ever increasing pitch within his voice. He was chasing her, but he could not catch her, his legs losing all motion, the muscles still manoeuvring and the bones still in a permanent cycle of movement themselves, but it felt as if the deep, nebulous abyss of oblivion was calling to him, cradling him, as he sank further and further into an eternal darkness once again.
Waking up, Cain shot out of his bed, the time on his clock reading 08:45. His brother and father would be up and dressed by now, eating breakfast and talking about the days events to come. Slapping on his red and black jacket, a grey t-shirt, black shorts, white socks and sneakers, he grabbed his carrier bag, filled with school books, and headed downstairs into the kitchen. His father and brother Abel were discussing the days events' as predicted, so Cain simply glided silently to the bread bin, taking out a cold Pop Tart and taking a bite into it, walking out the back door and heading to school.
@Quinn
Waking up, Cain shot out of his bed, the time on his clock reading 08:45. His brother and father would be up and dressed by now, eating breakfast and talking about the days events to come. Slapping on his red and black jacket, a grey t-shirt, black shorts, white socks and sneakers, he grabbed his carrier bag, filled with school books, and headed downstairs into the kitchen. His father and brother Abel were discussing the days events' as predicted, so Cain simply glided silently to the bread bin, taking out a cold Pop Tart and taking a bite into it, walking out the back door and heading to school.
@Quinn
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