Maze-Heart
He woke up, or rather, became aware, all in one instant. For one perfect, peaceful second, there was nothing where he was but a comforting darkness that held nothing. And then, there was colour.
It sprung from the ground like fire, and somehow, he knew it burned as hotly. There were shades no kimeti had ever or would ever see again, a cornucopia of deadly, beautiful, heart-wrenching hues that he could never touch.
He considered running, but knew also that if he ran while his world was in such chaos that they would touch him, and he would never be born. Born? What does that mean...? But he didn't know, other than that "being born" was why he was here. This was his test, to see whether he would be worthy... or not.
The colours settled into walls soon after, a signal that his test had begun. Tentatively, he moved forward through the narrow halls. They pressed in on him, whispering promises he didn't believe they could keep and trying to tempt him off of his path. Nose to the ground, to the void, he walked, trying not to hear their words.
(WIP)
