Where Dreams End
Luis scrambled for some sort of shock. A jolt to wake him or tell him that this wasn’t otherwise real. His hands crawled across every surface. Nails scratched to gain purchase. His eyes searched frantically for something before him to tell him he’d reach an exit.
But it all persisted.
There was no immediate override. Or command console for Luis to bring up. Which meant this had to be something else.
He called out. But no one answered. Luis wasn’t even sure if he heard his own voice, so swallowed by the gulf around him. Straining, Luis tried to notice other sensations that would let him know what this was. Did hairs stand on end. Was there any heat or pressure on his limbs. If he drooled, just a little, which was did it flow.
Luis’ primary senses were overridden or so he thought. He couldn’t very well rely on them, given what his eyes put before him. A state unlike the one he was previous in and of no relation to what he considered, normal. His surroundings didn’t respond, and neither did his own body when he examined it. Everything was there, it simply felt… off.
On closer examination, the ground and the surrounding environment appeared no different. Their facsimile to the real being solid in appearance. But Luis’ mind railed against their existence. Something didn’t work.
He felt for his heart. He knew he was upset. Yet Luis could feel nothing when he ran his hand over his chest. There was no thud where there should be.
That’s when the simulation blanked out…
And Luis could hear a voice say, “His vitals are spiking!”
Today’s art is courtesy of Valentina Remenar from Ljubijana, Slovenia.