In Obscurum

by CBM8

First published January 1st, 1970 00:00

Twilight awakens on the floor of a pitch black room, with no memory of what happened before. She doesn't even know her own name.

With helpful, yet psychologically-torturous words from a disembodied voice of a stallion, she will piece together the last 5 hours, including remembering her life before it.

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Excito Sursum

Excito Sursum
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In Obscurum

Excito Sursum

…Nothing.

My senses are returning, one at a time. First is my sense of hearing.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Is there a leak? Just that very thought tells me I can form basic, logical conclusions.

Here comes the next sense. Touch.

Drip-plop. I feel the tiny droplet of water slide down my face. I might as well be crying, but I have no emotions to support a conclusion indicating I am sad. With the sense of touch comes the notion that the surface I am on is very cold. And probably dirty. My initial reaction would be to try to stand or sit up. I can do neither. I shiver. The only upside is that I now know I am completely unhurt, except for a minor headache.

A third sense graces me. This time it is taste. Licking my lips, I taste nothing, but I realize they are dry. I suddenly feel thirsty, and it hurts to swallow.

Smell comes back. The only noticeable scent is musty air and a hint of…blood? That is quite the scary thought. I can’t be concerned with it.

The only sense I’m not sure about is sight. Either the room is pitch black or I’m blind. I guess I’ll find out in the long run.

I feel very tired. Was I not sleeping a few minutes ago? I may as well just lay here. I’m in no danger, so it wouldn’t hurt to-

“Do not sleep.”

Hearing is definitely back. I recognize the voice as one of a stallion’s, but I have never heard it in my life.

“Can you speak?”

For a moment, it seems I have forgotten how to form speech. Grabbing for words, I sputter out:

“Y-yes.”

“Good. Can you tell me who you are?”

For the first time since my awakening, I have hit a mental wall.

Who am I?