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    It is quiet, although, hasn’t it always been like this? You can’t remember… Your head feels fuzzy, like the soft static of a broken radio. Corrupted information extends from one receptor to another, jumbling the message along the way and providing false information. For a moment, you expect to feel alarmed at this notion, however, the emotion does not arise.
    The message not received.
    A thick, tar-like presence presses against your consciousness, quenching emotion and awareness before they become sensation. A blanket of misconception.
    Breathing deeply, you feel the wispy air as it swirls around your body. It carries no smell save for the faint, almost tangible taste of fog and post rain mist. It is chilly to the touch, but inviting all the same as it calms your exhalation with its watery essence. A comforting sensation. Familiar to deep down memories which fail to resurface, stuck in that barrier between.
    Any precept of worry and fear quickly melt into numb contentment, bound for the deep abyss midway sleep and apprehension. There the thoughts stay.
    Trapped. Stuck.
    The static grows ever so slightly, your chest tingling alongside it like one wavering tune. It is a beautiful, yet weak song. It sings deeply with sorrow and heartache, a lamenting tale of mysteries untold. The story weaves into your flesh, unheard by the ear as it spirals into each thread of sinew seaming your inner marrow. It is a part of you, and you of it…
    Such a silent song, but nevertheless, it seeps from your core and blends with the air’s frosty sedative before returning to you with its dewy fatigue.
    A frigid, watery entity brushes against your fingers and feet. At their alien touch, your limbs quiver, then relax into a numb unresponsiveness. It’s as if they have lost the secure connection with your brain’s subjection as a thick tar-like liquid runs down your skin in tiny streams. You cannot move. But, why would you want to?
    Your bones seem to bond with the spectre, becoming weighted like lead bricks hinged haphazardly together. A puppet of skin to be used by the controller of strings...
    A small sigh escapes your lips, yet emotion does not emit from your mind. You have forgotten to feel, but you don’t mind.
    Tendrils slowly snake up your legs and arms, constricting as they flow like growing vines of ice. They tickle your limbs as they finger their way upward like a beanstalk following its pole. The tar leaks over your skin like a coating of dark veneer. A glaze of permafrost.
    The firm pressure seems to compress your being as it reaches your belly and chest, winding around you over and over again like a snake. The feelers slip ever so slightly on your body, dripping in their slimy substance like blobs of semisolid sludge.
    Your muscles cease responding to your mind, much of them now coated with the sleek ooze.
    A small shiver shutters down your spine as the tentacles squeeze your abdomen. They tighten your lungs with the pressure and the breath leaves your breast in a soft sigh.
    Strangely, your body attempts to gasp, but to no avail. The outside force is too strong. The stuttery, ragged feeling leaves your chest all the more stringently wound.
    How odd for your body to react like that. Afterall, you don’t need air. To cease breathing relieves you of one more burdening function...
    You can feel your heartbeat in your throat and rib cage. It beats slowly, pushing against the tendrils compressing you in their tightening, comforting embrace. The sound of your own heart rhythm rocks you into a sleeplike trance. It grows in your ears, filling the silence of the black and endless void twirling about you.
    Drool leaks from your mouth as your tongue lolls slightly to one side. Or is it blood? It doesn't matter...
    As if sensing the movement, one tentacle brushes your lips gently in soothing strokes. Small raindrops of the tar fall into your mouth as another thin feeler winds around your neck. Your mouth gently slips from your mind’s control and slacks open.
    Tendril sways back and forth for a moment before slowly and tenderly sliding into your throat. The presence fills the space in both your esophagus and windpipe, moving deeper and deeper down each inch of the tubes. They swell and tickle as they go, blocking all air and expanding to open your jaw wider.
    You gag, your shoulders and gullet muscles squirming violently for a second to their own accord. What a strange body you have, moving without command…
    The presence engulfs your esophagus, pulsating to the beat of your slowing heart. Your body convulses one, twice, three more times but the grip loosens not, only constricting more. Hugging all the tighter. The coolness fills your whole abdomen as the tentacle floods your stomach, intestines, and lungs.
    Your jaw seizes once, the teeth weakly gnawing the tentacle that invades your body. What causes it to shake? Your body. You can’t feel it anymore...
    Everything begins to slip away, sensations muddling together as they merge with the endless null and void. You can feel your eyes roll slightly and your muscles twitch without strength.
    Your very core craves sleep, desperately.
    It yearns for that darkness which encloses…
    Already inside you, a part of you, filling you.
    Holding you, enclosing you...
    … … …
    Where did the rhythmic thumping go?...

-To be continued-
  Part 2: coming soon

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Description

    It is quiet, although, hasn’t it always been like this? You can’t remember… Your head feels fuzzy, like the soft static of a broken radio. Corrupted information extends from one receptor to another, jumbling the message along the way and providing false information. For a moment, you expect to feel alarmed at this notion, however, the emotion does not arise.
    The message not received.
    A thick, tar-like presence presses against your consciousness, quenching emotion and awareness before they become sensation. A blanket of misconception.
    Breathing deeply, you feel the wispy air as it swirls around your body. It carries no smell save for the faint, almost tangible taste of fog and post rain mist. It is chilly to the touch, but inviting all the same as it calms your exhalation with its watery essence. A comforting sensation. Familiar to deep down memories which fail to resurface, stuck in that barrier between.
    Any precept of worry and fear quickly melt into numb contentment, bound for the deep abyss midway sleep and apprehension. There the thoughts stay.
    Trapped. Stuck.
    The static grows ever so slightly, your chest tingling alongside it like one wavering tune. It is a beautiful, yet weak song. It sings deeply with sorrow and heartache, a lamenting tale of mysteries untold. The story weaves into your flesh, unheard by the ear as it spirals into each thread of sinew seaming your inner marrow. It is a part of you, and you of it…
    Such a silent song, but nevertheless, it seeps from your core and blends with the air’s frosty sedative before returning to you with its dewy fatigue.
    A frigid, watery entity brushes against your fingers and feet. At their alien touch, your limbs quiver, then relax into a numb unresponsiveness. It’s as if they have lost the secure connection with your brain’s subjection as a thick tar-like liquid runs down your skin in tiny streams. You cannot move. But, why would you want to?
    Your bones seem to bond with the spectre, becoming weighted like lead bricks hinged haphazardly together. A puppet of skin to be used by the controller of strings...
    A small sigh escapes your lips, yet emotion does not emit from your mind. You have forgotten to feel, but you don’t mind.
    Tendrils slowly snake up your legs and arms, constricting as they flow like growing vines of ice. They tickle your limbs as they finger their way upward like a beanstalk following its pole. The tar leaks over your skin like a coating of dark veneer. A glaze of permafrost.
    The firm pressure seems to compress your being as it reaches your belly and chest, winding around you over and over again like a snake. The feelers slip ever so slightly on your body, dripping in their slimy substance like blobs of semisolid sludge.
    Your muscles cease responding to your mind, much of them now coated with the sleek ooze.
    A small shiver shutters down your spine as the tentacles squeeze your abdomen. They tighten your lungs with the pressure and the breath leaves your breast in a soft sigh.
    Strangely, your body attempts to gasp, but to no avail. The outside force is too strong. The stuttery, ragged feeling leaves your chest all the more stringently wound.
    How odd for your body to react like that. Afterall, you don’t need air. To cease breathing relieves you of one more burdening function...
    You can feel your heartbeat in your throat and rib cage. It beats slowly, pushing against the tendrils compressing you in their tightening, comforting embrace. The sound of your own heart rhythm rocks you into a sleeplike trance. It grows in your ears, filling the silence of the black and endless void twirling about you.
    Drool leaks from your mouth as your tongue lolls slightly to one side. Or is it blood? It doesn't matter...
    As if sensing the movement, one tentacle brushes your lips gently in soothing strokes. Small raindrops of the tar fall into your mouth as another thin feeler winds around your neck. Your mouth gently slips from your mind’s control and slacks open.
    Tendril sways back and forth for a moment before slowly and tenderly sliding into your throat. The presence fills the space in both your esophagus and windpipe, moving deeper and deeper down each inch of the tubes. They swell and tickle as they go, blocking all air and expanding to open your jaw wider.
    You gag, your shoulders and gullet muscles squirming violently for a second to their own accord. What a strange body you have, moving without command…
    The presence engulfs your esophagus, pulsating to the beat of your slowing heart. Your body convulses one, twice, three more times but the grip loosens not, only constricting more. Hugging all the tighter. The coolness fills your whole abdomen as the tentacle floods your stomach, intestines, and lungs.
    Your jaw seizes once, the teeth weakly gnawing the tentacle that invades your body. What causes it to shake? Your body. You can’t feel it anymore...
    Everything begins to slip away, sensations muddling together as they merge with the endless null and void. You can feel your eyes roll slightly and your muscles twitch without strength.
    Your very core craves sleep, desperately.
    It yearns for that darkness which encloses…
    Already inside you, a part of you, filling you.
    Holding you, enclosing you...
    … … …
    Where did the rhythmic thumping go?...

-To be continued-
  Part 2: coming soon

Characters, story, concepts, and art belong to me. Don't claim as your own, re-post, or reuse. Feel free to direct others to this page though!