Thought of Death
Thought by a being unknown to mortals, the thought of death is seldom seen. Only a select few ever find themselves within it— typically those afflicted by a storyteller's curse, occultists, or unlucky victims.After enough deaths and trips into the thought, one may find their consciousness gradually weakened— to the point where they may be completely unable to return to their body.
humanity— though it is quite likely that it has existed for aeons beforehand. Its landscape is unlike anything witnessed within the typical plane inhabited by mortals— up is down, right is left, in is out, dark is light. Those who have managed to return from the thought have spoken of a dark, yet bright vista— filled with myriad fractal geometries in various shades of blue and made of even more varied textures and materials. On occasion, these geometric structures may combine and form into somewhat recognizable shapes such as towers, buildings, trees, or hills— though twisted and distorted. The thought can only be visited as a thought oneself, meaning one cannot bring their physical body. All of those with a storyteller's curse find themselves trapped within following their bodily deaths. Visitors float within the great space, almost freely— save for currents of ever-changing thought-winds that blow to an unseen rhythm. Depending on the strength of these thought-winds, one may simply be guided along towards their destination, or find themselves violently crushed against a fractal structure.
An Alien Mind
Denizens of DeathAn array of various beings live within the thought— some, trapped forever within its expanse, others having been born there through unknown means. These typically take thought-forms— which are usually amorphous smokey shapes, though on occasion, the fractals within the thought may be drawn to these thought-forms and form a carapace resembling a piece of their living visage. These beings are seldom hostile— not that many possess the means to be so— and are typically quite delighted to engage in conversation with visitors.
I lived always, in fear of death. The curse— at first— was quite welcome, who wouldn't be seduced by the promise of immortality? But I was even more afraid of losing what it asked of me to return.
EscapeAfter escaping the thought, one will find their consciousness returned to their physical bodies— wherever they may have been left, their most recent injuries miraculously healed. For the cursed, this may be where they died, unless their bodies were moved afterwards. Some face the unfortunate circumstance of immediate expiration upon return— finding themselves once more within the thought. For those who, say, drown at the bottom of a lake, fall into an endless chasm, or die of thirst in a vast desert— their only hope is that some other force may move their bodies before they return. Some find themselves waiting years in the thought for just such an occasion.
I wish I could weep, for I am immortal— though not with joy. I am confined forever to this alien space.