strangelove
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Dec 3, 2017
- Location
- 'Oumuamua
At first, it felt as if dreaming. The sense of dislocation, the giddiness, the feeling of flying rapidly through space, all add to the unreality. What was this place? What had happened a moment ago? These thoughts arose in the minds of the three individuals, as they were half-awake, on the borderlands of consciousness. Perhaps they had been knocked senseless, or poisoned with some hallucinogenic drug. One thing was certain; all of them were in a strange place and none could remember how they came there.
What could be seen was as clouded and vague as the contents of their minds. There seemed to be nothing but mist, swirling in eddies around them, with a suggestion of huge shapes briefly glimpsed through it. The mist was cold on their faces and with a start they realized that this was no dream. They were very much there, physically there in the body and flesh, fully dressed (that meant less fully for some of them it seemed) and carrying their equipment. There was wet grass beneath their feet. None of them felt pain, so they could reason that they were not knocked out and dragged to this place. How, then, did they come to be here?
Alone in the mist, for they still knew nothing of any others only a few feet away, they could wonder why they did not feel more afraid. There was a presence there, something old and comforting, like a childhood memory.
The mist began to clear. In the faint light of a new day, the huge forms that was glimpsed before revealed themselves. They were megaliths – standing stones that towered over high above, set into the form of a circle. This place was achingly familiar to all three, yet none of them had never been there before.
Through the thinning mists, they now saw that they were not alone. There were others there, and by the look of them, each and every one of them were surprised to find themselves there.
What could be seen was as clouded and vague as the contents of their minds. There seemed to be nothing but mist, swirling in eddies around them, with a suggestion of huge shapes briefly glimpsed through it. The mist was cold on their faces and with a start they realized that this was no dream. They were very much there, physically there in the body and flesh, fully dressed (that meant less fully for some of them it seemed) and carrying their equipment. There was wet grass beneath their feet. None of them felt pain, so they could reason that they were not knocked out and dragged to this place. How, then, did they come to be here?
Alone in the mist, for they still knew nothing of any others only a few feet away, they could wonder why they did not feel more afraid. There was a presence there, something old and comforting, like a childhood memory.
The mist began to clear. In the faint light of a new day, the huge forms that was glimpsed before revealed themselves. They were megaliths – standing stones that towered over high above, set into the form of a circle. This place was achingly familiar to all three, yet none of them had never been there before.
Through the thinning mists, they now saw that they were not alone. There were others there, and by the look of them, each and every one of them were surprised to find themselves there.