It feels like a blink. One moment, she is standing next to the Singularity, finally, for real, and the next, she is back in the desert. With it. The nameless, shapeless blob.
The first time she was here, she had immediately panicked, worked herself into a frenzy. The anger, the fear -- they had lasted the whole time, aggravated by every ground-shaking drone of the blob. Her solace had been Rhy, being able to hear him. Talk to him. She wasn't alone, even if she was.
No real reason for why she was pulled here ever emerged. Like so many things in her life, it was unexplained and unwelcome, foisted upon her by circumstance. She has had so few choices in her life, and at the time, the blob had felt like just another Randall Flagg. Massive, looming, demanding her presence for an unknown purpose.
Julie had raged against it at the time, for days and days. Infuriated to again have the choice to be somewhere taken from her. She drank herself into a stormy stupor, threw bottles and her broken attempts at escape toward the imposing bubble in the sky.
But now it seems so clear to her. Why she is here and not in her domain.
The Singularity wants her to learn. Learn to be alone again, learn to listen instead of blocking out the thoughts she cannot stand. It wants her to figure out how to have peace on her own, instead of needing to find it through other people.
It all makes so much sense.
The whole blob of it all is still a mystery, but maybe that part of it is incidental. Maybe the Singularity just thinks this is the right place for her to do the work, blob or no blob.
As before, she doesn't have any issues creating, manifesting. Based on her previous stint here, she expects problems if she's doing it with the intent to escape, but just to create base comfort seems to be permissible. A large sofa appears without problem, lush white velvet and Victorian curves.
Sitting down, Julie looks up at the blob. It buzzes at her. She sighs and tries to relax.
She doesn't know how many hours pass. At first, she is fidgety, anxious. Being alone is terrifying, even years removed from the big box store. The echoes still haunt her, the phantom voices and shadows that her mind spawns out of desperation. They don't disappear just because she's decided to make her peace with them.
But when she lets the blob's hum wash over her like a sound bath, they don't seem quite as frightening.
It's impossible to tell time here. There isn't any natural change of light, no wind or clouds to help gauge the hours. She's there for days, although she can't tell. Slowly settling into the solitude, sitting with the blob's presence. She begins to talk to it, tell it stories and sing it songs.
She doesn't mean to let anything through. She doesn't even know it's possible to do so from here. Last time, she could only call out verbally, and only Rhy could hear.
"It's like in that one song," she says, waving one hand in the air. She's lying on her back, staring up at the empty sky as she speaks, though she does pause to turn her head toward the blob as she speaks to it. "The one about the snowglobe. Like, it's just comfortable, right? It's just right. I never thought like that -- "
for geralt, several days in
The first time she was here, she had immediately panicked, worked herself into a frenzy. The anger, the fear -- they had lasted the whole time, aggravated by every ground-shaking drone of the blob. Her solace had been Rhy, being able to hear him. Talk to him. She wasn't alone, even if she was.
No real reason for why she was pulled here ever emerged. Like so many things in her life, it was unexplained and unwelcome, foisted upon her by circumstance. She has had so few choices in her life, and at the time, the blob had felt like just another Randall Flagg. Massive, looming, demanding her presence for an unknown purpose.
Julie had raged against it at the time, for days and days. Infuriated to again have the choice to be somewhere taken from her. She drank herself into a stormy stupor, threw bottles and her broken attempts at escape toward the imposing bubble in the sky.
But now it seems so clear to her. Why she is here and not in her domain.
The Singularity wants her to learn. Learn to be alone again, learn to listen instead of blocking out the thoughts she cannot stand. It wants her to figure out how to have peace on her own, instead of needing to find it through other people.
It all makes so much sense.
The whole blob of it all is still a mystery, but maybe that part of it is incidental. Maybe the Singularity just thinks this is the right place for her to do the work, blob or no blob.
As before, she doesn't have any issues creating, manifesting. Based on her previous stint here, she expects problems if she's doing it with the intent to escape, but just to create base comfort seems to be permissible. A large sofa appears without problem, lush white velvet and Victorian curves.
Sitting down, Julie looks up at the blob. It buzzes at her. She sighs and tries to relax.
She doesn't know how many hours pass. At first, she is fidgety, anxious. Being alone is terrifying, even years removed from the big box store. The echoes still haunt her, the phantom voices and shadows that her mind spawns out of desperation. They don't disappear just because she's decided to make her peace with them.
But when she lets the blob's hum wash over her like a sound bath, they don't seem quite as frightening.
It's impossible to tell time here. There isn't any natural change of light, no wind or clouds to help gauge the hours. She's there for days, although she can't tell. Slowly settling into the solitude, sitting with the blob's presence. She begins to talk to it, tell it stories and sing it songs.
She doesn't mean to let anything through. She doesn't even know it's possible to do so from here. Last time, she could only call out verbally, and only Rhy could hear.
I̴̧̐t̸͇̒'̷̫͆s̷͖̀ ̶̩̎l̶̗̒ï̷ͅǩ̶͙e̵̻̎ ̷̥̑ï̴̥n̶̦̽ ̶̘̌t̷̫͝h̸͍͒a̵̞̚t̷̙́
"It's like in that one song," she says, waving one hand in the air. She's lying on her back, staring up at the empty sky as she speaks, though she does pause to turn her head toward the blob as she speaks to it. "The one about the snowglobe. Like, it's just comfortable, right? It's just right. I never thought like that -- "
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