In the story, the character named “Ta” experiences a profound awakening, similar to a newborn taking its first breaths in an unfamiliar world. Everything around them seems incomprehensible as if they’ve just been thrown into a reality that doesn’t make sense. Their memories are fragmented, scattering like foam on the crests of turbulent ocean waves. It takes a considerable amount of time and effort for Ta to gradually piece together a cohesive sense of consciousness and understanding of the surrounding world.
The world, to them, appears to be veiled in a heavy, impenetrable curtain. It’s as if their senses have been repeatedly dismantled and reassembled by an invisible hand, leaving them disoriented. The chaotic sensations flooding their perception—buzzing sounds, shadows, and eerie lights—feel like they’ve been directly imprinted onto their nervous system, creating a cacophony that rattles their thoughts and jolts their consciousness.
Despite this overwhelming confusion, Ta musters the courage to move forward. They strive to identify the objects and shapes around them, struggling to remember their own identity and make sense of the perplexing situation they find themselves in.
Surrounding them are countless ambiguous figures, standing upright yet blurry, each one featuring hollows filled with swirls of psychedelic colors. These hollows seem to generate eerie currents of air that produce strange, unidentifiable sounds, howls, and hisses that fill the air with a palpable sense of dread and terror.
Just when everything seems hopelessly disorienting, a gentle, warm light begins to break through Ta’s distorted perception. Drawn to this inviting warmth, Ta, who had emerged from an abyss of confusion and even forgotten their own existence, begins to tentatively make their way toward it.
Meanwhile, in a bustling marketplace, Nina abruptly sets down a piece of affordable jewelry she had been examining. Her brows furrow in confusion as she turns her head, scanning the crowd behind her.
Sensing Nina’s sudden discomfort, Shirley, who is standing beside her, immediately turns to look in the same direction. “What’s the matter, Nina?” she asks curiously.
“I’m not sure,” Nina replies, her face still marked by a puzzled frown. “I felt a strange sensation, as if someone was watching us from behind. But maybe I’m just imagining things.”
Shirley scans the crowd but sees nothing out of the ordinary. “It must be your imagination,” she says, though her own brows furrow in a moment of doubt. She takes a moment to mentally consult her companion, Dog, who reassures her.
“Nothing’s there,” Dog communicates telepathically. “It’s simply crowded.”
Reassured, Shirley whispers back to Nina, “Dog says it’s all clear. His senses are usually spot-on.”
Nina takes one final look around before shaking her head. “Then it must just be my imagination,” she concedes.
The marketplace they are in is teeming with people. The area, while spacious, feels crowded due to the influx of both locals and tourists, each dressed in a variety of clothing styles that range from ordinary to exotic. Vendors energetically shout out their offerings, adding to the already cacophonous environment. The noise level is almost overwhelming but contributes to a lively and animated atmosphere. In such a setting, the sensation of being watched is not entirely uncommon, adding a layer of ambiguity to the entire situation.
“Miss, are you going to purchase these items or not?” The vendor’s impatient voice reverberates across the wooden table covered with an array of trinkets and jewelry. This breaks Nina’s pensive trance, pulling her back to the present moment.
“I’m so sorry,” Nina says, flashing the vendor a sheepish, apologetic smile. She picks up a delicately crafted hairpin and a shimmering brooch she had set aside earlier. “Could you please wrap these two items for me? Shirley, have you found anything that caught your eye?”
Shirley shakes her head, her eyes still scanning the offerings. “Not at this stall, but I’m optimistic about the next one.”
The vendor, satisfied with the sale, swiftly wraps Nina’s selections in colorful paper. After exchanging money for the items, the two friends venture deeper into the bustling marketplace. The sun still reigns high above the city-state, casting a warm glow over the throngs of shoppers and granting Nina and Shirley plenty of time to relish their afternoon outing.
In a reality far removed from the marketplace, Ta continues to wrestle with an existence punctuated by disorienting sensations and fragmented thoughts. The fog surrounding them feels like tiny needles pricking their skin and irritating their eyes. Meanwhile, a ceaseless torrent of guttural howls and screeching noises threatens to overwhelm their auditory senses. Oddly enough, the very confusion and disarray clouding their thoughts seem to blunt the edge of their acute physical discomfort. Staggering forward, Ta attempts to navigate through a world that defies description.
A slew of questions flood Ta’s consciousness: What exactly is skin? What function do eyes serve? What are eardrums? How am I capable of walking? How did I find myself here?
These rudimentary queries are not only perplexing but also painfully intense, as if something is actively obstructing Ta’s attempts at comprehension and memory formation.
Summoning the strength to lift their head, Ta attempts to locate the source of this inexplicable interference—something they perceive as a massive “noise.” Yet, in their nebulous state of awareness, the concept of “noise” is typically intangible. Confusingly, this noise seems visible—a chaotic swirl of disfiguring ripples that quake and writhe above them. This enigmatic presence seems to envelop the entire sky, disturbing the dim orbs of light and shifting shadows while melding with the cacophonous shrieks and other noises that emanate from the ground below. The sight is both nauseating and terrifying.
Mustering their resolve, Ta takes tentative steps forward, making their way through the oppressive noise. They skirt around the shadowy, indistinct figures that surround them—figures with hollows filled with psychedelic hues, emitting a variety of hissing sounds. Despite the obstacles, Ta persists, advancing at a slow yet determined pace.
Back in the earthly realm, Nina comes to an abrupt halt for the second time. Now, she stands frozen in the middle of a busy pathway, her eyes widening as they fixate on an ostensibly empty space before her. A faint golden glimmer seems to materialize and ascend stealthily within her line of sight.
Sensing Nina’s sudden change in demeanor, Shirley also halts. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion as she follows Nina’s gaze to the empty space. After several seconds of uneasy silence, she cautiously articulates what she herself had begun to feel. “Nina, I think I sensed it too. It feels like something—perhaps an entity—has been observing us and has now followed us here.”
At that moment, the golden light reflecting in Nina’s eyes amplifies as if resonating with a force far beyond the scope of their immediate, bustling surroundings. An unsettling feeling envelops both young women as they sense that they’ve touched the fringes of something that transcends the ordinary—something ineffable that challenges the very fabric of their reality.
“Did Dog pick up on anything?” Nina inquires, her voice tinged with a subtle yet unmistakable note of apprehension.
Shirley replies in an equally subdued tone, her eyes sweeping cautiously over the throng of market-goers. “Dog didn’t sense anything specific, but he did note that experiencing ‘illusions’ multiple times is cause for concern. There may be some unnatural element interfering with our perception of reality.”
Nina responds with a slight nod, her eyes darting across the various sections of the marketplace as if searching for something out of place.
Positioned strategically along the edges of the busy marketplace, she spotted guardians from the local church—known as the “Guardians of Knowledge” from the Truth Academy. Dressed in scholarly robes and armed with heavy-caliber revolvers fastened to their waists, these Truth Guardians are imbued with divine alertness granted by Lahem, the god of wisdom. They are trained to instantly identify and neutralize any evil entities that dare to infiltrate the physical realm.
Yet, at this moment, these Truth Guardians appear to be at ease, showing no signs of detecting any disturbances within the crowd.
“The sensation has faded, and the Truth Guardians seem completely undisturbed,” Nina confides quietly to Shirley. “But I can’t help but think that this wasn’t a figment of my imagination.”
Shirley leans closer, whispering, “So what’s our next move? Do we inform one of the guardians?”
Nina ponders momentarily. “My uncle always advised that if we encounter anything suspicious, like heretics or other threats, we should report it immediately.”
The suggestion takes Shirley aback. Accustomed to dealing with threats in a more direct, even violent, manner, the notion of ‘reporting’ hadn’t even crossed her mind. However, as she mulls it over, she remembers Captain Duncan’s past acts of “righteous reporting,” and a confusing emotion bubbles up. She wonders, momentarily, if her more brutal instincts make her ill-suited to deal with this situation that seems to border on the supernatural.
After grappling briefly with this internal discord, Shirley shakes her head. “Even if we were to report it, what would we say? That we felt someone’s gaze upon us? The guardians might dismiss us as nuisances causing a disturbance.”
Simultaneously, in a parallel dimension, Ta’s fragmented memory struggles to coalesce into something tangible. The figure wrestles with the sensation of a foreboding, deep red aura that haunts their recollections—like murky pools of blood converging in the recesses of their mind. This sinister, crimson hue seems to drift menacingly through their remembered skies, relentlessly pursuing both them and their… companions?
Companions? The word raises new questions, adding another layer of complexity to Ta’s already turbulent state of mind.
As the girls deliberate over their next course of action, the atmosphere grows thick with palpable tension. Oblivious to them, Ta continues to wade through their splintered memories and a steadily escalating sense of impending danger. Somewhere in the murky realm that separates these disparate realities, an invisible yet potent force begins to stitch together a complex tapestry of intersecting destinies.
In a sudden burst of clarity, new memories erupt within the murky depths of Ta’s consciousness, disorienting them momentarily. And then even more recollections flood in. Yes, that’s right. Ta did have companions. They had all embarked on an arduous journey together—but to what end? As the fog of their memory lifts momentarily, Ta realizes they had set out on an epic quest to save their world. Guided by ancient prophecies, they had sought the location where a red light had fallen, hoping it would hold the key to their world’s salvation. Along this perilous journey, they had lost many: first the hunter siblings, then the reticent magician, followed by a few valiant knights.
In the bustling marketplace, Nina decides to take action and report their uneasy feelings to the nearby guardians. Although articulating their suspicions may prove challenging, Nina believes it’s best to leave matters like this to the professionals. Moreover, as her Uncle Duncan often advised, there’s no harm in reporting something if the intent is sincere, and they might even be rewarded if their suspicions prove true.
Nina grabs Shirley’s arm, sensing her hesitation, and guides her toward the guardians stationed at the side of the road.
In Ta’s surreal reality, a warm sensation—accompanied by a faint, hazy glow—appears not too far in the distance. Ta instinctively stops contemplating and starts advancing toward it. As they proceed, it feels as though a heavy “veil” materializes, hindering their progress. An unsettling, droning noise intensifies around them, and grotesque, hissing entities seem to roam aimlessly, exuding an aura of palpable malice and unspeakable horror. Despite these obstacles, Ta quickens their pace, irresistibly drawn toward the one recognizable and comprehensible element in their fractured memories.
As Nina and Shirley reach the guardians, the uniformed figures clad in academy-style robes look up curiously at the young women. “Can we assist you, ladies?” one guardian inquires with a friendly smile.
In Ta’s otherworldly reality, the warm glow is now nearing an entity so indescribable that it induces an overwhelming sense of anxiety.
Choosing her words carefully, Nina begins to share her concerns with the guardians. “Something feels off in the marketplace. Just a few moments ago—”
At that exact moment, Ta’s ‘hand’ reaches out to make contact with the mysterious shadowy figure. As they do, all veils, mists, and barriers seem to form an impregnable boundary. But in that same instant, piercing this boundary, Ta feels a genuine sensation of pain for the first time in this surreal realm.
Taking a leap of faith, Ta lunges forward—
A piercing scream rips through the marketplace, causing everyone—shoppers, vendors, and guardians alike—to freeze in their tracks. The scream chills the air, reverberating with an unsettling resonance that leaves an indelible impact on all present, including Nina, Shirley, and the vigilant guardians.
As if led by an invisible hand of fate, it seems that these two different realities are somehow converging. Decisions made in one dimension send ripples through the fabric of the other, blurring the boundaries between what is possible and what remains yet unknown.
