Snippet #2816006

Wayland sat down on the sands, facing towards the ocean, and planting his ethereal fingers into the sand. The grains remained unmoved by the ghost. "It... It wasn't someone... Where I stood, there was a vast, foreign sky above me. It was black, like our own night sky, but all encompassing, and filled with planets, big and bright and colorful. Some as big as the moon, some bigger! And there were vast colorful clouds that stretched out above me too, like a distant fog of light."


He was quiet another moment before continuing. "The ground on which I stood was... I think the only word I can use is Unholy. Jagged, unnatural rocks. Glowing veins impressed in the stone. Flesh, blood, and bone growing out of the ground as though it were alive, or dead, or... both. There was foul plant life, putrid waters and liquids... An unimaginable patchwork of what I could only call destruction and creation brought together."


The ghost looked back up to Akiko, eyes narrowed in contemplation as he struggled to find the words to describe his experience. "There were spaces in front of me, where monsters did not stand, that were had nothing there except the ground, the sky, and empty air between. Please understand, what I am telling you now is to be taken in the most literal sense. I saw things appear out of thin air. Where there was nothing standing before me before, I could see things begin to appear. Now all at once, but slowly, bit by bit, like condensation or steam forming. But they were of flesh and blood, or of other strange substances. But little by little, they begin to... Appear into existence."


He looked back out across the waters, eyes wavering across the tides that ebbed and flowed. "They didn't exist moments before, and then... They simply started to exist. I say creation because I believe what I saw was these horrors being born in front of me. But... I hesitate to say 'someone' created them. I feel it was something... Or some things..."


Akiko's final comment took a little less time for Wayland to process, but he took a brief moment to allow himself to regain composure. "Where I came from, strange horrors did exist. We didn't know where they came from, but me and my associates worked to try and destroy them. However, I now believe it is possible that the strange place I was sent to may be where these things came from. As for my afterlife... It's so strange to think that. Being dead I mean. Well, as for right now, I have not been attacked. Since that monster 'died', everything here has been quiet. I... Don't know what it can do to the dead."


A realization occurred, and Wayland took another look around the beach again. "I just realized... The man that flew into the monster's eye, I haven't seen his ghost here. I don't know if all spirits linger, but his has not."