A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

Miero, 23rd of the Second Sevis, Rebirth, Year 1651 of the Ahedis Calendar Tiarto awoke one night from a nightmare and noticed a light beyond the darkness of his room. He almost brushed it off as D.A.P.S. They always worked in the dark, wearing lenses that allowed them to see where human eyes failed, named "verete" for whatever reason. If the light was on, this wasn’t them. D.A.P.S. Industries delivered food to houses every sid. Tiarto learned about them when he tried to catch the regular thieves in the act. With a broom in hand, he waited and attacked the presumed burglars only to meet Mack, the lead of the operation. The industry had long been known for their honorable conduct and vetting of employees to limit the incidents of theft. "Oh, right," Mr. Averco said when Tiarto explained his encounter. It had been a few sids since it happened, but the old man was rarely at his own home. "Those guys. It must have slipped my mind. Yes, they update the food. Makes i...

Now at the new notebook, of shade green, I sat at my morning coffee pondering how I could best approach Rebecca’s space and talk to her rather than fight. I had this feeling that a duel was inevitable, a struggle between the two of us comparing who could better bend her space to their will. What could she do that I wasn’t prepared for? Did Crimmy, like beast, think up dark imagery of torture and torment for Rebecca? Time drew short before work, and if I was to be stuck in this space, this notebook, I’d have to resolve it quickly. With a sharp breath, I entered Rebecca’s space high above the neighborhood. She expanded the few houses to about thirty, and each had a light on while the sky was still dark. The realistic sun simulation mirrored my reality in darkness. I was without form, but thanks to the dumb child part of my mind, Rebecca was already aware that I was there. Hopefully, she had no idea where, but when the library house exploded, I knew that she was waiting there for me. It ...