The inside of the chamber was rather spacious; That was the first thought of Rowayne who had just entered the chamber.
While he was trying to figure out if he could that the glass was bullet proof or not which he couldn’t.
The door closed with a tallic clink which was ironic considering the sound ca from a door made of glass
Unless the door wasn’t made of glass it just looked like it did, which would be quite amazing by itself
Since Rowayne had seen sothing that looked so glass-like but wasn’t glass.
Transparent plastic of course did not count since not being able to tell them apart from one another was a skill issue in Rowayne’s book.
The book of course ant the personal diary and not so taphorical phrase ant to imply his mindset.
Then the chamber started filling, from below.
The liquid was green and quite viscous.
The mont it ca in contract with Rowayne’s skin, a sense of euphoria started enveloping him from within
It was subtle at first, and gradually increased as more and more of his skin ca in contract with the liquid.
At so point it beca so overwhelming that he had to bite his lips until they bled and clench his hands into fist so hard, they started bleeding.
Just to prevent himself from drowning in the imnse pleasure and he was barely succeeding.
The wounds close as soon as they are inflicted, which was a blessing in this situation, the pain of skin being repeatedly pierced was harder to get used to than an ordinary bleeding wound.
Then a change occurred in the chamber. It happened when Dr Connor initiated phase 1.
Small almost imperceptible waves travelled through the liquid, it was unnoticeable for the naked eye, what wasn’t unnoticeable though was the liquid slowly changing colour.
This phenonon wasn’t limited to Rowayne’s chamber, it happened in all chambers.
Amidst intense pleasure, a prickling sensation started making itself known.
At first it was overshadowed by the pain Rowayne was self inflicting himself with but slowly and steadily it crept up.
The sensation underwent a change as the intensity of waves increased. From prickling sensation to burning sensation
Eventually it reached a point where Rowayne did not need to self inflict injuries to stay sane, the pain was anchoring him in the sea of pleasure.
But the intensity kept increasing, sothing that acted as an anchor re monts ago beca an un-stratchable itch that lingered in the back of his mind.
And it grew more and more itchy as ti went on.
Eventually pain caught up to pleasure.
The warmth of the liquid was like the comfort of a mother’s womb, while the waves made him feel like his blood was molten iron coursing through his body charring it from within.
And it stayed that way for what seed like eternity for Rowayne.
Until sothing changed
Shortly as the Second phase comnced.
Rowayne felt danger.
An instinct carved into his very being was screaming that –
If he did not leave the chamber. He would die.
But there was nothing he could do in response, overwheld by sensations even moving a single limb seed like an impossible task.
Then another sensation joined the fray, Pain. Similar yet different.
The previous pain rely originated from the flesh, but this.
This one originated from the very soul.
Then the darkness took him.
With Rowayne losing consciousness his body started deforming, nails elongated, flesh twisted and eyes grew all over the skin like tumours.
Then it all reverted, vanished as if it was all a hallucination.
Then the process started repeating itself, each ti, the body would deform in a slightly different way then return to its original form.
If one were to closely observe though they would notice that Rowayne’s body after every cycle deforms less and less.
***
Rowayne opened his eyes in an unfamiliar place
A vast night sky lit by aurorae. (A/N ~ plural for aurora beuralis, commonly referred as northern lights )
Green dominated the sky, with isolated patches of red.
There were vortexes of blue and purple
It was srizing, the sky had no stars, no moon and no sun
Only darkness dominated the vast sky.
And the aurorae. It looked like paint on a black canvas, but that was wrong.
Lights were not stationary, they moved, they flowed like a waterfall in the sky
And Rowayne, he watched in daze completely enthralled by the beauty.
His daze was broken as a minor tremor ran across his feet causing him to step back
Splat.
It was then that he looked down at his feet, witnessing a sea of darkness wrapped around his ankles.
No it wasn’t darkness, it was sothing else, sothing he did not know what to na.
It was like water but but felt as thick as blood and look as dark as the void itself
And it was everywhere, overspread across the board
There was also a pervasive fog obscuring his vision part of the horizon
But the fog clinged to the land not daring to stretch towards the sky as if afraid of the lights overhead.
He squatted down, extending his hands, subrging them in the black substance.
His hands t resistance, which indicated the liquid was denser than it looked. As he his hands delved deeper he ca to a realisation that –
There was no ground, he stranded on this unknown liquid, and was on the rcy of this unknown liquid
He could sink to the abyssal depths if this strange liquid willed it.
The only blessing was that the liquid seed content in claiming his ankles only.
"Congratulations on making it this far."
A voice echoed, shaking the world, it was a familiar voice.
Rowayne followed the direction of sound to see the fog parting, revealing the figure he had t once before.
The silhouette made of darkness, the countless eyes that stared at one’s very soul and the tentacles that hovered in the air with mind of their own.
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