Darkness and pounding... This was all Arnie could sense. His surroundings, the factory, the people around him all disappeared - the world have been reduced to the size of his skull. The radical change was so sudden, so abrupt that the Glukkon didn't even realise it. His state swept away all the questions he had: 'Who am I? Where am I? What happened?' He just kept listening to the pounding and watching the darkness in his head.
Another experience came to his attention after an uncertain period of time. The darkness he saw was trembling: with each pound came a wave of greyish figures, only to disappear quickly. This phenomenon caught his interest and induced vague flashes to substitute the greyish figures he saw every few seconds.
Instead of the ghostly shapes came creatures of different kinds. Some were yellowish with red eyes, others had greyish green skin and were taller, and others had numerous limbs and a large head. Somehow they seemed familiar to him, yet he didn't know or recognise any of them. These creatures were unaware of him - he wasn't sure if he was part of their world - and looked rather uncertain. Helpless, maybe. They looked at each other one by one, taking tentative steps at random. Listening to an instinct which seemed to come from a different dimension, Arnie wanted to help them somehow: to give them instructions so they could find their right place in the darkness around them.
But before he could even estimate the possibility of such an act in his current state, the figures turned on each other. Limbs flailing and mouths opening, the shapes began to fight - to Arnie's shock. The figures were twirling around fervently, colours merged and shapes distorted, and they finally ended up in a patch of violent red, closely followed by an unsettling noise - like machinery close to overload. Arnie didn't know what happened to the figures, but he wanted all of it to stop. The noise became louder by every pound, and the red patch took the form of lines, branching from each side of his sight.
Then suddenly, after the noise reached its peak, his eyes popped open and his conscience returned to the Cafeteria. The noise stopped - he wondered what was the source of it. But the red lines were still there: each vein in his eyeballs thickening and slackening with each pulse of his heart. He stared in front of himself, steering his thoughts back to reality.
...yet he felt that something dissappeared with the colourful figures. But he welcomed it.
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OOC: Rather psychic point of view this time. Expect more to come.
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