What is my current objective?
To adventure and live an interesting life.
That is true, but it's too broad.
Act as a Harbinger.
Of what?
Most likely - the guy in blue. That or the first chosen that he has spoken of. But wouldn't it be weird to send the second one as a harbinger of the first one? That makes little sense to me.
The more I think about it, the more the word "interesting" loses any meaning.
And he kept on repeating it.
Whatever.
For now I need to understand this world a bit more.
First of all, where are the people?
Clearly not here, the forest seems to stretch quite the distance. I can't see any sign of a settlement or any activity whatsoever near myself. I believe I will find some people at some point so I shouldn't think about it too much.
The other main issue, what should I eat and drink?
Even if I were to find a settlement, there is no guarantee that I would be able to get any sort of food from there. I should prepare something worth trading in case such a thing will happen.
There is no way I will eat anything from the wilderness - I don't know what is edible and I don't know if my body can process food from here to begin with.
From what the guy in blue said, it seems like I am supposed to originate from this world. Thus, I believe I should just assume that whatever whoever consumes, I should be fine with that as well.
...
There is something that is bothering me.
I didn't catch it before but it seems like I was hearing something. Something I think I can retroactively identify as murmurs and quiet voices.
The problem is that I am currently not hearing it.
In fact, I feel like I can't hear anything at all.
I took a step forward onto another blue moss-filled rock. This one wasn't as big, it was thin and lying on the ground.
The second my shabby boot landed on it: *Squish*. The moss erupted with a mist that looked exactly like the gas I observed earlier.
In that same moment, I begun hearing that sound again and started analyzing it.
It was NOT a voice nor a murmur - it was a sound of unknown origin. I seem to not be capable of differentiating things that give off that type of noise. Must be lacking in context regarding those.
The mist is moving.
It seems to fall to the earth and into the canals that the gas travel though.
That's when I see another problem.
There is no gas.
A strange sensation overwhelms me: disgust.
It feels as if something dear to me is being twisted, tangled, reshaped beyond recognition. I fall onto my knees. I feel as if when I turn my head right, it forcibly turns left.
Then something entirely different comes from that feeling: understanding and curiosity.
Through waves of disgust I understand that everything I feel right now is an act of curious frivolity of a being I cannot comprehend right now. It invites me to join in the twisting and tangling and reshaping my being so that I can be born anew. So that my right can become right again. So that my confusion can be cleared and understanding between us reached.
I'm scared.
I try to fight it.
But I cannot resist it.
I let my mind turn left.
I start hearing sounds like the one before but they were numerous, an incredible quantity of them swirling all around me, singing a backwards melody.
I force my eyes open.
Before me is a tornado in nearby gas gathering container. What I assumed to be grass in said depression is shining in colors of green, blue and purple, swaying as if to the rhythm of the loud song played by the mist.
Before I know it, the tornado grows in power and engulfs me into it.
It twists me.
It tangles me.
It reshapes me.
It consumes me.