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"Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, only altered in form. For any system, energy transfer is associated with mass crossing the control boundary, external work, or heat transfer across the boundary."
- First Law of Thermodynamics.
"The noun reincarnation comes from the Latin roots re, meaning again, and incarnate, meaning to make flesh. The word reincarnation does not have to be a literal rebirth, however. The term can be used to mean a more figurative reinvention or rebirth."
- the Dictionary.
"The Immediate Energy system, or ATP-PC, is the system the body uses to generate immediate energy. The energy source, phosphocreatine (PC), is stored within the tissues of the body."
- Physics.
I can remember looking over my shoulder to see the rotting mummy starting to catch up. I could smell him.
Everything around me was sand, and darkness. My feet were bare, and slipping through the grains as I tried to keep running. I was too focused to scream, even though the sound of his deep growls, right behind me, sent pure fear through my very core.
I could feel it trying to bite and grab at me, it's fingernails burning like fire when they barely grazed my flesh.
I remember not being able to process how fast it was.
My legs were long. My paws were big, padding swiftly against the sand. Teeth sharp, and bared tightly. The sound of beads clicking through the thickness of my fur was the only sound above the static and light that overtook.
It was all so fast.
My wings didn't feel quick or powerful enough, and I couldn't go any higher.
The snake was so fast.
My paws didn't feel fast enough, and I could hear his boots moving swiftly.
The hunter was so fast.
My shoes were clicking and thumping on the pavement as I pressed forward, trying to think of a way to gain more speed. I tried to look at what was going on around me as I ran, hoping for a quick escape to present itself.
It never did. There was absolutely nothing around me, besides a long, outstretched asle way. I could see balconies of apartments, clothes lines with drying laundry stretched across them. I could see bell-bottoms and polka-dots. I could see flower prints and waves of color.
The man that had been chasing me was still gaining, and I was too scared to try and look back at how much.
I tried to scream. I swear I tried to scream.
I couldn't remember sound. There was no sound. Only static.
Instinctively, I reached down to my heel as I ran, and pushed off my right shoe, then my left, without breaking pace. I was able to run much faster this way, and trip up my predator just enough for a mili-second of time.
When I saw the chain-link fence across the end of the aisleway, my heart instantly sank.
Something in my heart knew this was it.
All I could feel was Dejavu.
I knew this was coming. I felt it before.
I've done this before.
I began to climb the fence. Maybe I could still make it.
I could make it over this fence and escape. Maybe I can find help over there.
I made it too the top, but he was right behind me. He was climbing the fence, now.
I jumped, ready to start running again, as soon as my feet hit the ground.
But the predator had made it to the top of the fence as well.
He reaches out to try and grab my ankle, but just grazed it.
This causes me to turn as I fall towards the pavement, locking eyes with him just as he comes down, on top of me, smashing both of our bodies in to the concrete, and leaving my final feeling to be his weight completely pressing down on top of me.
I felt the air burst from my body, and everything went black...
The Mummy wrapped his burning arms around me, crashing in to me, and pressing both of us in to the sand...
The snakes fangs penetrated my body.
The hunter's boot met my skull.
A perfectly round spiral of light suddenly ingulfed me with great suction, and I began screaming and crying for my mommy.
It was dark, and I could see bars.
Everything is dark blue. Everything is quiet. Everything is a sleepy yellow.
Everything smells like... graham crackers?
There are bears everywhere. What are those called? Balloons.
Bears and balloons.
Bears on the walls, in the chairs, floating above me, and printed on the sheets under me.
All I can process is "bears".
Everything is blue. Everything is sleepy yellow. Everything is graham crackers.
Where is the boy? Weren't you supposed to be a boy?
No, that's him. He's here, too, again. Everything is okay.
Everything is Bears. Everything is Balloons. Everything is Blue. Everything is Sleepy Yellow. Everything is Graham Crackers.
What are words? How do I express this? Why can't I speak? Where am I? What are these things?
Everything smells like Lemons.
I could see a window, and the light of the moon with the silhouette of a tree branch.
Is this called a Street Light?
A faint glow behind transparent glass in the wall. Outside. Tree. Moon. I'm processing.
I am.
But I couldn't use any words. Why wasn't my body letting me use words?...
"Because you're just a baby," said the Street Light, "Babies can't talk."
I could move my arms and legs. I could make a fist.
I could scream.
I want to talk.
"Then, you will Talk."
Lightening.
"You will Talk plenty. Give it time."
I begin to scream. I begin to cry.
I could remember my mother, and that if I cry and scream loud enough, she will come save me.
As I hear her enter the room, and spot her silhouette, everything goes black again.
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ＮｉｇｈｔＬｉｍｉｎａｌ ヨイ
Fascinating read!
Thank you very much!
by 🍄𝓚'𝓵𝓮𝓮 𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓮.; ; Report