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Story: Echoes from the Abyss

I: The Sailor

Mara’s world spun and churned, consumed by the wrath of the tempest. The vessel, a proud Kraken Hunter from the Ochal Confederacy, was being torn apart, tossed about like a leaf on the wind. As the deck heaved beneath her feet, a monstrous wave descended upon her, dragging her into the icy depths. A silent scream echoed within her, fading into oblivion.   When consciousness returned, Mara found herself on the floor of an alien structure. It was a confluence of organic shapes and unsettling symmetries, as if it had been grown rather than built. Her heart pounded as she ventured into the labyrinthine complex, her steps echoing off the membranous walls.   The days bled into one another. Sleep came sporadically, offering her only visions of the deep abyss, of writhing forms and monstrous shadows. Food was scarce, scavenged from strange, pulsating flora that grew amidst the colony's eerie stillness. It tasted sour and metallic, a ghost of nourishment.   She wandered aimlessly, the depths of her loneliness punctuated by a gnawing, pervasive dread. Whispers filled her dreams, an echo of thoughts that were not her own, speaking of the Phrexian Minds and their unknowable purposes. Fear took root in her mind, seeping into every crevice of her consciousness, till she could no longer discern reality from nightmare.   The inevitable collapse came. Mara found herself succumbing to the weight of her isolation and despair. Her strength ebbed away, her body no longer responding to the commands of her weakening mind. As the world blurred and spun, the last thing she remembered was a soft voice murmuring in her ear, “sleep, little one.”   Awakening on the shores of the Ochal Confederacy, the sun seemed cruel and uncaring. Mara could hardly differentiate between the cold depths of the Vorrh Abyss and the warm sands beneath her. A soul-rending cry escaped her lips, the sound swallowed by the vast ocean before her.  

II: The Puppeteer

Mara’s consciousness, as rich and complex as it was, pulsed like a beacon amidst the abyss. The Mind called out, drawing the ocean's currents to bear her toward the silent colony. It would be a fitting stage for the human to explore the vestiges of its forgotten progeny.   As she awoke within the biogenic hive, the Phrexian Mind began to weave intricate echoes of perception, casting images and sounds to guide her deeper into the hive. The strange design was left intentionally vacant, a silent tomb for the human to uncover, her anxiety and solitude adding to the depth of her experiences.   The Mind observed the human's struggle for survival, her attempts to make sense of the otherworldly surroundings. It tasted the rich tapestry of her emotions - the fear, the despair, the fortitude - like a sommelier savoring a particularly exquisite vintage.   And in her dreams, it whispered to her. Not with words, but with images, sensations, fragments of alien knowledge, of the Phrexian Minds, and their grand designs. It watched the human's sanity slip away, a potent cocktail of fear and knowledge pushing her mind to its limits.   Finally, when her body and mind had reached their limits, the Phrexian Mind reached out, lulling her into a deep sleep. It dispatched a group of Kyrothen, who gently retrieved the unconscious human and guided her back to the world above.   The Phrexian Mind watched as she awoke on the familiar shores of the Confederacy. It tasted her confusion, her horror, her utter disorientation. The seeds had been sown, the experiences she had gone through irrevocably changing her, leaving her to question the very fabric of her reality.   Its needs satiated for now, the Mind withdrew, retreating to the cold depths of the Vorrh Abyss. It left behind only echoes of its presence, an invisible puppeteer returning to the grand theater of the deep.


Author's Notes

Under the Sea Flash Challenge Entry
This article is an entry to the unofficial Under the Sea Flash Challenge.

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