Raverie
Figmentation
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This is my first post/thread, I'm usually more of a lurker than contributor. Not sure if it's an INTP trait or just me, but my mind wander a lot to the point it persistently drove me to depression but that's another story. Recently I got this image in my mind so I'm curious in other people's answer to it.
Imagine yourself in a plane of existence that is unknown to you, empty and dark in its nature, simply a plain concrete floor within an endless shadow. Awakened by an incoherent sound, you’re sitting in the corner of an iron cage. On the other corner, sharing this confinement is an unknown strong figure with its back to you raging and screaming into the unknown, never stops for a second to acknowledge your presence. Never knowing his origin, purpose, desire, cause; all you can do is sit in your corner alone fearfully, cautiously watching it continue endlessly, tirelessly with hopes that it will never turn towards you with its brutal strength and wrath that rattles the cage.
After a period of time so long that the concept of time no longer coherent to you, you woke to find this figure missing. The darkness, stillness and the silence surrounds you and you alone. Was it released? Did its effort paid off? Motivated by curiosity, you find yourself standing in its place, the other corner of the cage in attempt to unearth what motivated it so much that grants it its relentless endeavor and eventually freedom. There, standing alone, staring into the vast black unknown out into a distance seemingly unreachable; you find a single tiny, faint yet unmistakably a single white dot.
What will you do? If possible, does it symbolise anything to you?
Imagine yourself in a plane of existence that is unknown to you, empty and dark in its nature, simply a plain concrete floor within an endless shadow. Awakened by an incoherent sound, you’re sitting in the corner of an iron cage. On the other corner, sharing this confinement is an unknown strong figure with its back to you raging and screaming into the unknown, never stops for a second to acknowledge your presence. Never knowing his origin, purpose, desire, cause; all you can do is sit in your corner alone fearfully, cautiously watching it continue endlessly, tirelessly with hopes that it will never turn towards you with its brutal strength and wrath that rattles the cage.
After a period of time so long that the concept of time no longer coherent to you, you woke to find this figure missing. The darkness, stillness and the silence surrounds you and you alone. Was it released? Did its effort paid off? Motivated by curiosity, you find yourself standing in its place, the other corner of the cage in attempt to unearth what motivated it so much that grants it its relentless endeavor and eventually freedom. There, standing alone, staring into the vast black unknown out into a distance seemingly unreachable; you find a single tiny, faint yet unmistakably a single white dot.
What will you do? If possible, does it symbolise anything to you?