Post by Bogan on Apr 28, 2017 16:55:37 GMT
The vibrations are always the first thing Bogan hear as he laid in bed and closed his eyes. Not the vibration of air being inhaled and exhale nor the beat of his heart. Nor was it the static background noise induce by the silence of night. Nor was it the distant sound of automobile engines as they drove down the monotone streets of the city or the eldritch that his markings sing to him. It was all around him like an membrane of sound. Shifting and rippling at different patterns and lengths. As he descended further into sleep the vibration began to show color, some of which should not exist but do. A sea of frequencies in an infinite chorus of sound. Then as the sound reach it's peak it stop as quickly as it began. Leaving Bogan in an imperceptible void of perfect white nothingness. He attempt to move his limbs but felt them unresponsive only to learn that they are not there and Bogan was simply there in the void. Bogan felt no panic nor fear, rather he was in a state of strange tranquility. As if he has been here for a long time. Time seem nonexistent to him, not knowing just how long he been in the void. But he did felt something abnormal as he exist in the void, this was something he never felt before when he come here. An wormy lukewarm sensation in the void, then Bogan saw a crimson sliver. He seemingly will himself to look closer to the sliver. It felt wrong and he could see it growing like a tree, a virus. It's roots continuously spread all around it, tinting the void red. Bogan hated the red, ruining the perfect nothing that was the void. His hatred seemingly rose as the color became louder. Other sounds started to echo around Bogan, echos from rements of previous verses who have long since passed. The void gradually became black and Bogan saw a disk shape structure in the distance. He will himself over to where he saw that it was in fact the entirety of totality. Bogan hated it, it was too loud and bright and simply does not belong here. So his essence began to constrict on the disk of creation and in that moment Bogan suddenly woke up with a start. Sitting up in his bed in cold sweat he shut his eyes in grimace as the morning light pour in from his bedroom window. Rubbing his eyes his dream began to evaporate like the morning mist as he got up to get dressed. Failing to hear to a soft whisper that suspiciously sounded like his own voice. "What was, shall be. What shall be, was."
Progression Log
Sidekick - 1/10
Hero - 0/10
Superhero - 0/75
JLA - 0/150
God* - 0/350
*Will be locked given the lack of the other prerequisite
Arc I "Traversing the Unseen" - 1/119
Arc II "The Oddessy" - 0/119
Arc III "Clash of the Empyrial" - 0/119
Arc IV "The Vanishing Point" - 0/119
Arc V "Reaching the Source" - 0/119