A humans is who he is based of who he was
Experiences that built up his past and present
Experiences that creates the very foundation of who he is
But unlike a building the human foundation can be reconstructed at any moment
A moment that would change the very trajectory in which the human building would be constructed
Its strength
Its design
Its flaws
Its future
But what would happen when 2 expieriences of 2 different individuals collide
Would the building collapse or Would another foundation be formed
Or would the plant that created the very foundation wither
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I dont know how much time has passed
But once again I can feel the presence of my body
I opened my eyes
I gasped
Air filled my lungs like it hadn't in ages, thin, unfamiliar, yet strangely warm.
My eyelids twitched, then lifted. I blinked hard against the gold-tinted glow pouring over me
Where was I?
I sat upright slowly, my limbs aching with a stiffness I didn't understand. Above me, not a ceiling — a dome. Vast and endless, painted in a swirling mural of moving clouds and robed figures that whispered silently across the curvature. Their eyes glowed. Some turned their heads.
I swear they moved when I wasn't watching directly.
I looked down.
And then the memories hit
Not mine
Not mine
Faces. Places. A woman's voice shouting something in a language I didn't know
but I understood it
A battlefield soaked in violet light.
It seems were in forest
A tower burning from the top down. Someone's hand — smaller than mine — reaching out to me, calling me by a name I didn't recognize but somehow ached for.
They weren't dreams.
They were memories.
And they weren't mine.
Pain lanced through my skull. I clutched at it with both hands, slamming my forehead down against the desk, hard, just to ground myself. It didn't help. If anything, it made it worse. Images kept coming. A thousand lifetimes trying to shove themselves into a space built for one. I screamed again — wordless, primal
"WhO AM I!"
What is this?
Get out of my head
I looked accross the grand room, it feels familiar, yet so faraway
Memories continue to flood my chaotic mind
I stared at the man accross the room
I stumbled back from the desk, arms flailing through the open air like I could swat away the storm inside me.
I didn't know why I was moving, only that I had to. Like something ancient and instinctual was trying to crawl out through my skin.
I screamed again, but no sound came out this time
And then light
Blue
It shimmered from my fingertips, flickered along my arms, pulsed through my chest like I was made of waves instead of blood. The light moved like water glowing tides flowing along my body, dancing up my spine, rippling with every wild motion I made. I didn't summon it. I didn't know it was there
But it was
I can see the person standing infront of me trying to say something
I cant hear their voices
Students gasped
Robes rustled as a few stood. Their faces were still unreadable, veiled and strange, but now they moved
toward me.
"WHY AM I HERE"
I shouted, trying to back away
But they were faster
Two of them, one cloaked in silver threads, the other robed in something that looked like woven smoke, grabbed my shoulders and pinned me down against the oak desk.
The wood groaned under the pressure, the carvings beneath me glowing brighter with each panicked breath I took.
"WHY ARE Y-!"
Then, he appeared
The lecturery
He hadn't been there before, or maybe he had, and I just wasn't able to see him until now
He stepped into the light like a shadow being pulled from the far edge of a star. Tall. Calm
He did not feel human, not entirely. His robes flowed around him like the surface of a dark lake, stitched with constellations I'd never seen. His face was lined, unreadable, his gaze not cruel but ancient. Unshakable.
He didn't speak at first
He raised one hand, slowly, as the blue waves still poured off my flailing limbs. I tried to fight , gods, I tried, but I couldn't move. His fingers curled inward, and the moment they did, the blue light arcing through me leapt toward him like a tether pulled taut
His eyes lit up
Blue. Brilliant. Blinding
He looked through me
"Sleep,"
The lecturer whispered
One word
Simple
Final
The light in my body flickered once… then went still
And so did I
The pain dulled. The thoughts quieted. The memories — not mine — slipped away like water draining from a cracked bowl
My arms slumped, My body softened in their grip
I could feel the world tipping away from me, like I was falling backward into a dark, endless sea. His voice, that strange professor's voice, echoed one last time through my skull like the toll of a bell
And then there was nothing
Only silence
Only sleep.
But then just before the dark took me I heard it
That voice
Flat. Metallic. Chilling in its precision