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endormi(e) :
(participe passé du verbe endormir)

1. En état de sommeil naturel ou artificiel.

2. Atténué, calme.

english translation : asleep.

The atmosphere surrounding their first meeting was so surreal that she thought she’d fallen into an impossible dream. But her assessment of the situation was only partially correct, for the unconscious and conscious worlds were much closer than she’d ever imagined, and the brief moment in the stranger’s presence was indeed very ‘possible’.

However, to call it a ‘meeting’ was a bit of a stretch. But neither of the two could fathom a word to completely capture the entirety of their encounter, so they settled for the restricting term that is ‘meeting’, and thought no more of it. The dilemma of word selection was, after all, negligible next to that of their indecipherable connection.

The girl had fallen asleep quickly that night; a rather strange occurrence for a troubled insomniac. She’d landed somewhere in a fictional city, another product of her overactive imagination. While it occasionally stripped her of any rest or calm, her mind did paint beautiful universes for her to walk through during the oddity of a good night’s sleep. It was nighttime in reality, and it was nighttime in her hypothetical metropolis. The tall, futuristic, glassy buildings stretched high, higher, and higher… She realized with a start that couldn’t stare at them for too long, for she suddenly dreaded that she would fall into the sky. The artificial lights from lampposts, cars, and nearby shops reflected and refracted on these buildings, infusing her surroundings with vivid blues, bright reds, soft purples, and pale yellows. Amongst these colours and edifices, there were people. There were people talking, people laughing, people being silent and people keeping to themselves. There were people walking, some running, occasionally stumbling, or stopping to look at the stores. But the girl in the middle of it all could not feel them, and she thus knew that they were not real. The sounds of their life were drowned and their faces were blurred. It was loud in the city, yet quiet all the same. She could hear her every breath and feel her every heartbeat.

This was the unconscious world, her unconscious world; a warped version of reality, a universe of her own design. People were, and still were not. Things existed, but did not exist. She was surrounded by everything, and nothing, all at once.

It was after she’d spent some measure of time standing in the middle of a sidewalk and watching others pass by that she ‘met’ him.

He stood about 8 meters away, still and unmoving, much like her. Unlike the bland and cloudy faces of the ‘people’ around them, his features were clear and sharp. He did not follow the stream of people in either direction, nor glance at the surrounding shops. He just stood, met her eyes, and kept his gaze there. It was then that she realized she could ‘feel’ him, that he was real and that she was real and that he wasn’t another faceless product of her subconscious. Her mind was not alone in this theoretical universe. With only a look, she could somehow tell that he understood this as well.

The man was tall, an intimidating 6 feet at least. His complexion was pale, contrasting intensely with his dark hair and emphasizing eye bags that resembled her own. But his stance was not hostile, and his eyes were not angry. In their deep brown hue, she could see a conflicting mix of fear, confusion, suspicion, but above all, unclouded curiosity. The girl briefly wondered if her (colour) eyes appeared similar to his.

While they both ‘felt’ something, like a string of sorts between them, they only stared at each other and did not speak. The imaginary society continued to flow around them, but what concept of time that existed in this world remained all but still. A tension ran deep in the atmosphere, but the two remained apprehensive, so stupefied by the situation that words failed them.

As quickly as it had begun, the encounter came to an end, and the girl jolted up from beneath her bed sheets with a start.

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For the next week, she became both eager and afraid to sleep again. On the nights where she dreamed of the town, she subconsciously scanned the crowd in search of the only face she was ever able to completely discern. On the nights where her mind conjured another universe for her to explore, she vaguely wondered whether his would do the same.

Several days passed before they connected again. And this time, she noticed his presence first. Once again, they stood in the city of blurred faces and painted lights, the bright moon a sharp contrast to the dark skies overhead. Since their previous encounter, she’d begun wandering the streets and analyzing more of her hypothetical universes. He stood directly across the street on which she was walking, the movements of his head suggesting a search for one thing in particular. And with a jolt, she realized he’d been trying to find her, too.

Perhaps he somehow managed to sense her presence, or perhaps she was staring for too long, but it did not take much time for the man to make eye contact again. The curiosity that she’d noticed in his gaze shone much brighter now as he turned his body to face her. In the street separating them, cars sped and bikes raced, but the world felt still once again, much like it had been during their last encounter. She parted her lips to say something, but no words came. And so, he spoke first.

“This does not feel like the first time this has happened.” The sheer clarity of his voice startled her. A distance of 11 feet separated them, and yet it sounded as if he’d spoken directly into her ear. His words faded and echoed around her, and suddenly the rest of the city seemed much more silent than ever before.

The girl hesitated, selecting her words carefully before replying. “I think this happened eight days ago.”

“And I think you know that that’s not what I meant.” She then realized that somehow, she did. She knew that she knew him. And yet, she did not know from where, when, how or why. She was certain that she had never seen him in her lifetime, and certain that she’d have remembered such an encounter if it had occurred. If this were the case, then why were they connected in such a way?

They spoke in unison, two souls voicing a single question. “Who are you?”

Taken aback by their mutual synchronicity, the two fell silent again, realizing that they must be more closely connected to each other than they’d believed. He opened his mouth to ask her name, but somehow found that he already knew it. “(Y/N),” he spoke, articulating through every syllable slowly, tentatively.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and she took a step back, searching her mind for similar knowledge about him. She was surprised to find it quickly.

“Kylo Ren,” she returned, recognizing that perhaps the world was connecting more than just their dreams. After a moment’s pause, Kylo Ren responded by taking a step forward. He began to cross the theoretical street, unafraid of any illusory vehicles, his focus set on her. A dull glow began to illuminate his face from the skies overhead.

Head tilting upwards, (Y/N) realized that the sun had begun to rise into the starry sky. From many nights of previous experience, she knew this meant the arrival of morning and the end of her dream. Kylo Ren noticed the ambient change in luminosity and followed (Y/N)’s gaze to the skies.

The two shared one more glance, one more fleeting glimpse, before being ripped from their subconscious and stepping back into reality as two separate souls.

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Description
endormi(e) :
(participe passé du verbe endormir)

1. En état de sommeil naturel ou artificiel.

2. Atténué, calme.

english translation : asleep.

The atmosphere surrounding their first meeting was so surreal that she thought she’d fallen into an impossible dream. But her assessment of the situation was only partially correct, for the unconscious and conscious worlds were much closer than she’d ever imagined, and the brief moment in the stranger’s presence was indeed very ‘possible’.

However, to call it a ‘meeting’ was a bit of a stretch. But neither of the two could fathom a word to completely capture the entirety of their encounter, so they settled for the restricting term that is ‘meeting’, and thought no more of it. The dilemma of word selection was, after all, negligible next to that of their indecipherable connection.

The girl had fallen asleep quickly that night; a rather strange occurrence for a troubled insomniac. She’d landed somewhere in a fictional city, another product of her overactive imagination. While it occasionally stripped her of any rest or calm, her mind did paint beautiful universes for her to walk through during the oddity of a good night’s sleep. It was nighttime in reality, and it was nighttime in her hypothetical metropolis. The tall, futuristic, glassy buildings stretched high, higher, and higher… She realized with a start that couldn’t stare at them for too long, for she suddenly dreaded that she would fall into the sky. The artificial lights from lampposts, cars, and nearby shops reflected and refracted on these buildings, infusing her surroundings with vivid blues, bright reds, soft purples, and pale yellows. Amongst these colours and edifices, there were people. There were people talking, people laughing, people being silent and people keeping to themselves. There were people walking, some running, occasionally stumbling, or stopping to look at the stores. But the girl in the middle of it all could not feel them, and she thus knew that they were not real. The sounds of their life were drowned and their faces were blurred. It was loud in the city, yet quiet all the same. She could hear her every breath and feel her every heartbeat.

This was the unconscious world, her unconscious world; a warped version of reality, a universe of her own design. People were, and still were not. Things existed, but did not exist. She was surrounded by everything, and nothing, all at once.

It was after she’d spent some measure of time standing in the middle of a sidewalk and watching others pass by that she ‘met’ him.

He stood about 8 meters away, still and unmoving, much like her. Unlike the bland and cloudy faces of the ‘people’ around them, his features were clear and sharp. He did not follow the stream of people in either direction, nor glance at the surrounding shops. He just stood, met her eyes, and kept his gaze there. It was then that she realized she could ‘feel’ him, that he was real and that she was real and that he wasn’t another faceless product of her subconscious. Her mind was not alone in this theoretical universe. With only a look, she could somehow tell that he understood this as well.

The man was tall, an intimidating 6 feet at least. His complexion was pale, contrasting intensely with his dark hair and emphasizing eye bags that resembled her own. But his stance was not hostile, and his eyes were not angry. In their deep brown hue, she could see a conflicting mix of fear, confusion, suspicion, but above all, unclouded curiosity. The girl briefly wondered if her (colour) eyes appeared similar to his.

While they both ‘felt’ something, like a string of sorts between them, they only stared at each other and did not speak. The imaginary society continued to flow around them, but what concept of time that existed in this world remained all but still. A tension ran deep in the atmosphere, but the two remained apprehensive, so stupefied by the situation that words failed them.

As quickly as it had begun, the encounter came to an end, and the girl jolted up from beneath her bed sheets with a start.

---

For the next week, she became both eager and afraid to sleep again. On the nights where she dreamed of the town, she subconsciously scanned the crowd in search of the only face she was ever able to completely discern. On the nights where her mind conjured another universe for her to explore, she vaguely wondered whether his would do the same.

Several days passed before they connected again. And this time, she noticed his presence first. Once again, they stood in the city of blurred faces and painted lights, the bright moon a sharp contrast to the dark skies overhead. Since their previous encounter, she’d begun wandering the streets and analyzing more of her hypothetical universes. He stood directly across the street on which she was walking, the movements of his head suggesting a search for one thing in particular. And with a jolt, she realized he’d been trying to find her, too.

Perhaps he somehow managed to sense her presence, or perhaps she was staring for too long, but it did not take much time for the man to make eye contact again. The curiosity that she’d noticed in his gaze shone much brighter now as he turned his body to face her. In the street separating them, cars sped and bikes raced, but the world felt still once again, much like it had been during their last encounter. She parted her lips to say something, but no words came. And so, he spoke first.

“This does not feel like the first time this has happened.” The sheer clarity of his voice startled her. A distance of 11 feet separated them, and yet it sounded as if he’d spoken directly into her ear. His words faded and echoed around her, and suddenly the rest of the city seemed much more silent than ever before.

The girl hesitated, selecting her words carefully before replying. “I think this happened eight days ago.”

“And I think you know that that’s not what I meant.” She then realized that somehow, she did. She knew that she knew him. And yet, she did not know from where, when, how or why. She was certain that she had never seen him in her lifetime, and certain that she’d have remembered such an encounter if it had occurred. If this were the case, then why were they connected in such a way?

They spoke in unison, two souls voicing a single question. “Who are you?”

Taken aback by their mutual synchronicity, the two fell silent again, realizing that they must be more closely connected to each other than they’d believed. He opened his mouth to ask her name, but somehow found that he already knew it. “(Y/N),” he spoke, articulating through every syllable slowly, tentatively.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and she took a step back, searching her mind for similar knowledge about him. She was surprised to find it quickly.

“Kylo Ren,” she returned, recognizing that perhaps the world was connecting more than just their dreams. After a moment’s pause, Kylo Ren responded by taking a step forward. He began to cross the theoretical street, unafraid of any illusory vehicles, his focus set on her. A dull glow began to illuminate his face from the skies overhead.

Head tilting upwards, (Y/N) realized that the sun had begun to rise into the starry sky. From many nights of previous experience, she knew this meant the arrival of morning and the end of her dream. Kylo Ren noticed the ambient change in luminosity and followed (Y/N)’s gaze to the skies.

The two shared one more glance, one more fleeting glimpse, before being ripped from their subconscious and stepping back into reality as two separate souls.

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