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A look on the outside (Writing #1)

Posted by Stankfella - November 11th, 2022


...On a destroyed planet, floating in the infinite void of space-time, buildings lay, rotting to nothing. Fountains and monoliths - Symbols of the near-extinct Polygurian's power, prestige... And worship... Sitting in the mud. Crumbling like molding concrete.


...Amidst the decomposing cathedrals and buildings that scraped the sky, a body. Preserved like a grotesque artifact. A full-bodied, class A relic, that would be of incredible import to the religion annihilated by the one they thought to worship. Weeping a permanent tattoo of inky black tear-stains, the only outward pain it's mind could show.


Nevertheless, in a place far from said planet, on another, questionably real plane of existence, the body's mind lived out the only consciousness it had left. 

The dreamscape was not unknown to Yokki by now. Infinite planes of black. Dark mockeries of nature, things the deity above would never, COULD never, appreciate. The feeling of what should be soft grass felt like tarantula hair. The pleasant shade under a grand oak, extended to the entire reality she could inhabit.


Yokki looked down at her hands. How long had it been? Could she even point down a period of change? She was an adult, a grown woman, but she could not for the life of her remember an in between. 

She was a child.

She felt the pain of eternity, and then,

She remained an adult.


"...I wonder if Mom's still alive." She whimpered like a rescued kitten. All energy to run, to fight, to protest, drained out of her over the length of infinite cosmic power. Starved of all energy to do anything without uncertainty.


They weren't words. They weren't spoken. She just... Felt the meaning. In her soul. Would she want to? If she could, would she want to see her again? Even if she was just a melted corpse?

Even still, the thought set her to fight-or-flight. Rising to shaking, starved legs as she found energy to take a step or two away from her point of origin.

"W-What?"

Again, she felt it. Not a communication, just a thought forced into her mind. 

Memories, forced into her mind.

There was nothing.

She saw her childhood home, mangled to splinters, glass, and faded paper from the apocalypse.

She saw her mother. What remained of her. The hands and body, the once-blessed face, trapped in an eternal smile, grinning always, for perfect customer service.

She could feel that her mother wanted out. Like screaming into a perfectly sealed container. Eternally contained pain, suffering, at what she... More, what her daughters, were going through.


She saw her sister.

Forever condemned to a life of running and hiding. Surviving on the bare minimum. No chances for joy. No happiness without the knowledge that she'd have to go back to running soon.


She saw her father.

And that was bad enough for her.


...Yokki knew crying was pointless. In the endless time between now and when the collapse happened, she had been wrenched dry of any expression. A doll-faced symbol of time wearing away a person's psyche.

However, this knowledge, these memories, instantly transmitted to her through unimaginable power, caused her to crack. And the crack split her in two.


She fell to weak knees, clutching the clothing over her neck like it was an open wound, screaming into the endless, uncaring void. Clear tears impacting the tarantula-hair ground - ground who's blades of grass eagerly drank up her suffering.

Grew longer from it. Wrapped around her legs like barbed wire, ensnaring her in her sorrow.


A final set of memories beamed into her mind.


She was never getting out.

She was just a vessel for it's purposes now.

And it was either accept that, and help it along, or be doomed to this.

Forever and ever.

Not a matter of changing scenario. A matter of changing perspective.


It was her fault for caring too much, after all.



Bit of a grim start, but here's my first ever public story I'll be posting here!

Please remember all of this is completely fanwork, I'm not officially associated with the Potions 'n' Spices team, though I hope someone from there manages a peek at this little ditty!

And of course I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know if you got anything else you wanna see from this kinda work?


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