Wings and Steel

Darkness. That was all there was. My entire existence was darkness. My only thought, darkness. But was it really a thought? Or was it my existence, and I had only just come to realize it? After a few moments of murky reflection, or a few moments as I perceived it. It could well be a few hours, a few days, or even a few moons. Time and reality seemed to blur around me.

Reality. What a strange word. What was reality? To my knowledge, it was the absolute truth, not something we can see too differently. Was it reality that caused my friends to die in front of my eyes? A reality that I brought on, not thinking through something, not pausing to think of the repercussions of my actions? If that was reality, then where am I now? Awaiting the choice to see if I'd be brought up into some pearly gates into the sky or eternal torture? That was, if I even existed.

If a little... What was I?

I was a monster.

I had caused the... the memories blur. What had I caused? What event, that so greatly distressed me, had brought me to this... plane of existence? This implying I was more than an idea. I hardly noticed the movements coming from somewhere below and in front of my conscious thoughts, for lack of a better term. Soon after the movements came noise. Noise. My mind struggled to process this new idea.

The noise. It all my focus went to this noise, trying to dissect it, to learn what it meant. Emotion. Yes, it meant emotion, but what was emotion? And why do I feel the definition goes so much deeper? Emotion, meanings. All these thoughts raced through my head. I wanted to scream, but how could a mere existence scream? Another thought. What was existence? What was screaming?

Existence, that's easy. It's the state of existing, alive or not. An answer out of nowhere, but it only provided more questions. What was alive? And what made something not alive?

Soon my mind was a hive of thoughts and information, true or not.

Sadness.

My focus all snapped to that one... word. Yes, word was the correct term. Those subtle movements, that noise, that only seems to have gotten higher. Not just sadness, C-c...

Crying.

Crying. Tears. Noises. Anguish.

It all rushed back to me in an instant, overloading my thoughts. I wanted to scream. These visual thoughts... no, images... raced through my head. A white thing, water dispelling from it's eyes at a fast rate. Crying. Images of a blurred creature, blue-ish in color. I felt another motion towards this creature, one I couldn't place. White. Blue-ish. Where did these come from?

I let out a quiet, high noise.

Whimper.

No. No stop! Make the voices stop!

It was too much. The darkness inside my mind took me again, and all fell silent.

...

It's an undefined time later when the darkness recedes. It's about this time that I start feeling a new emotion. Cold.

I feel cold not in my mind though. the strange feeling spreads over quite an area. It's very strange.

I decide I dislike this cold, but am unsure how to make it go away. I try thinking the feeling away, but it doesn't. As if taking a cue, thinking on their own, two strange shapes put pressure on a cold area, and pull them closer to my mind.

This scares me. I want to make a noise, but whatever made the noises before doesn't seem to be working.

After what could be a few moments, I hear noises, but not from me this time. They are coming from farther off.

All of a sudden light fills my vision.

Light. Vision. A thousand question spawn, and the darkness takes me again.