In the beginning there was a large tree. This tree was creating itself amongst the other tree tops, intertwining with their branches and shooting off into the sky. Much like the previous tree, this tree was created from fractured patterns and fleeting images. Although this tree, unlike the previous tree, was quite realistic and sprawling in it's image.
As the tree continued to grow I decided to survey the rest of the area, and as I continued to glance around, I saw a flash of pink with a defined black outline, that much like the tree, built itself into the forestry around it. This eventually revealed itself to be a massive octopus, floating in the clouds above the trees. This creature was not a painting or a cartoon, in fact it was quite realistic, except for it's lack of details.
Suddenly I felt the pressure of this entire experience sitting upon my jaw. Not a negative pressure, but a pressure that was attempting to draw the laughter out of my body. It didn't feel as if it was being sucked out of my body or my soul, but simply being released. As if I had a stockpile of laughter that I didn't know about, and it was simply trying to show me how to express it. I recognized this feeling from before, closed my eyes, and pushed it back into my self.
I thought all of my words out before I expressed them to avoid giving into laughter and gibberish. And even though I was now able to convey my words more clearly than before, I still had occasional breaks in my english as well as the constant repetition of single words or phrases. It felt almost autistic in nature, but benign as well.
While my eyes were closed I noticed a source of light trying to reach my eyes through my eyelids, as if someone was holding a flashlight to my face. In an attempt to block the light I held up my hands, only to realize that the light was in fact emanating from the tips of my index fingers. I opened my eyes for a brief second, just to be sure my fingers were still fingers, and they were. Closing my eyes again, my fingers became light once more. I started to move my fingers in front of my face, and as I moved them I created colors from the darkness. Simple patterns and shapes continued to appear as I wildly flew my fingers about, until eventually the colors and patterns started to take form.
I saw brown, and as I tugged upon it, cobblestone roads and dirt paths appeared. I saw white, and as I drew upon it, columns and buildings, very Greek in nature, arose in place of the nothingness. And finally I saw a bright cerulean blue, from which waterfalls were being created. Every stroke I made arched itself out into gentle flowing waterfalls, not harsh like a faucet or a hose, but gentle as if they were flowing from massive streams or canals.
I had been building a city, and the more I created, the more I wanted to create. But something in me made me stop for a second. An outside voice had interrupted my flow, and with the sudden stop in my creating, I opened my eyes once again for a reassurance of my reality, and in that second I spotted the octopus once more, but just as soon as it appeared, it disappeared into the sky as if it had never existed.
When I returned my city was still standing in it's entirety, except now intertwined within it's paths and buildings the octopus lay. No worries I though, I would simply build around and on top of it. But as the first swipe of my finger occurred, my powers had changed, and instead of creating, I was erasing. No matter how quickly I erased, the land was quick to rebuild itself, but like a scab on a wound it wasn't perfect like it once was. The parts of the city that were erased did not fill themselves in with what was once there, but with stones and dirt, and only with stones and dirt, until my entire city consisted of nothing but brown.
Saddened by this, I opened my eyes, and discovered that my city had been restored to it's original form, and existed behind a small cluster of trees a few hundred yards away. But before I could react to this, a large snake, containing the same patterns and colors of the cobble-stoned road, started to climb into the trees surrounding my city, until it became part of the tree itself, hardening into bark and leaves as it became more and more intricately bound to the tree.
Suddenly the snake vanished, and with it my city as well. Desperately looking for answers, I looked to the sky and saw a face, mocking me, taunting me, and without speaking, letting me know that I couldn't enter the very city that I had just created. I yelled at him, cursing him out viciously and sincerely. And although he was scoffing at me, and I yelling at him, I didn't feel angry. No matter how I presented myself, I would always come back to a comfortable reassuring feeling, until the face slowly hid itself into the trees and eventually disappeared.
Once more I closed my eyes and saw only darkness. The kind of darkness that we all see when we close our eyes. And then I opened them, and just like the rest of the world, I saw trees and grass, and a nighttime sky. No more cities, no more snakes, just the world for what it was. And with that I walked back home, keeping in mind what I had just created and lost all in one night.
As the tree continued to grow I decided to survey the rest of the area, and as I continued to glance around, I saw a flash of pink with a defined black outline, that much like the tree, built itself into the forestry around it. This eventually revealed itself to be a massive octopus, floating in the clouds above the trees. This creature was not a painting or a cartoon, in fact it was quite realistic, except for it's lack of details.
Suddenly I felt the pressure of this entire experience sitting upon my jaw. Not a negative pressure, but a pressure that was attempting to draw the laughter out of my body. It didn't feel as if it was being sucked out of my body or my soul, but simply being released. As if I had a stockpile of laughter that I didn't know about, and it was simply trying to show me how to express it. I recognized this feeling from before, closed my eyes, and pushed it back into my self.
I thought all of my words out before I expressed them to avoid giving into laughter and gibberish. And even though I was now able to convey my words more clearly than before, I still had occasional breaks in my english as well as the constant repetition of single words or phrases. It felt almost autistic in nature, but benign as well.
While my eyes were closed I noticed a source of light trying to reach my eyes through my eyelids, as if someone was holding a flashlight to my face. In an attempt to block the light I held up my hands, only to realize that the light was in fact emanating from the tips of my index fingers. I opened my eyes for a brief second, just to be sure my fingers were still fingers, and they were. Closing my eyes again, my fingers became light once more. I started to move my fingers in front of my face, and as I moved them I created colors from the darkness. Simple patterns and shapes continued to appear as I wildly flew my fingers about, until eventually the colors and patterns started to take form.
I saw brown, and as I tugged upon it, cobblestone roads and dirt paths appeared. I saw white, and as I drew upon it, columns and buildings, very Greek in nature, arose in place of the nothingness. And finally I saw a bright cerulean blue, from which waterfalls were being created. Every stroke I made arched itself out into gentle flowing waterfalls, not harsh like a faucet or a hose, but gentle as if they were flowing from massive streams or canals.
I had been building a city, and the more I created, the more I wanted to create. But something in me made me stop for a second. An outside voice had interrupted my flow, and with the sudden stop in my creating, I opened my eyes once again for a reassurance of my reality, and in that second I spotted the octopus once more, but just as soon as it appeared, it disappeared into the sky as if it had never existed.
When I returned my city was still standing in it's entirety, except now intertwined within it's paths and buildings the octopus lay. No worries I though, I would simply build around and on top of it. But as the first swipe of my finger occurred, my powers had changed, and instead of creating, I was erasing. No matter how quickly I erased, the land was quick to rebuild itself, but like a scab on a wound it wasn't perfect like it once was. The parts of the city that were erased did not fill themselves in with what was once there, but with stones and dirt, and only with stones and dirt, until my entire city consisted of nothing but brown.
Saddened by this, I opened my eyes, and discovered that my city had been restored to it's original form, and existed behind a small cluster of trees a few hundred yards away. But before I could react to this, a large snake, containing the same patterns and colors of the cobble-stoned road, started to climb into the trees surrounding my city, until it became part of the tree itself, hardening into bark and leaves as it became more and more intricately bound to the tree.
Suddenly the snake vanished, and with it my city as well. Desperately looking for answers, I looked to the sky and saw a face, mocking me, taunting me, and without speaking, letting me know that I couldn't enter the very city that I had just created. I yelled at him, cursing him out viciously and sincerely. And although he was scoffing at me, and I yelling at him, I didn't feel angry. No matter how I presented myself, I would always come back to a comfortable reassuring feeling, until the face slowly hid itself into the trees and eventually disappeared.
Once more I closed my eyes and saw only darkness. The kind of darkness that we all see when we close our eyes. And then I opened them, and just like the rest of the world, I saw trees and grass, and a nighttime sky. No more cities, no more snakes, just the world for what it was. And with that I walked back home, keeping in mind what I had just created and lost all in one night.
Think while it's still legal.
Originally Posted by Chaz Ghostle
