worm drew a sitch from underneath his feet… was sliding uncontrollably.. crashed into a tree.. and grew unconscious.. found himself on the island.. his palm stretched out.. skating.. (his hand into the tree..?) crashed… in the Black FOrest.. head spinning.. and what about that wave part.. with the idea of the worm or wave hmm..knocked unconscious..or was he?
recalling on that possibility…. what would it have been like had he…stuck around.. dreaming of what it would have been like had he..taken the course of the wave..or stuck around.. when.. cuckoo birds over the head.. into crows..
is he skidding on mycelium tracts..? back in his mind..? hmm..lighting up the stars of corvis.. slips to the possibility of the…what it would have been had he taken.. the option to..
how about the firewall… and how this is tying to the cards..?
There are Two dimensions of you.. in every dimension..or so, I’m coming to learn..”
Strange that you say that, Rumple… considering how you’ve been retold countless times throughout time itself—and continue to be told. Then again, we both are forever becoming conscious of ourselves through each story’s telling in the mind, aren’t we?
Black Forest..
Ignoring their dialogue in this imagining—Lon T. Ranger.. consciousness to make his decision.. which came in the form of an answer. .. thinking..
In this zone of his split consciousness, not any different from when one is in a dream state versus when they are awake, Lon T. Ranger was again greeted by the cast of ravens flying above a raging sea. As a part of him remained behind in the Black Forest, this other zone of his mind/consciousness, was focused on the sight of a wave that thrashed and rolled, making its way to Self-Island. He paid attention to the motions of the wave his mind’s eye had attached itself to–curious about the depths of the mysterious, cerulean waters imbued with red of which this wave was apart–yet along which it swept. If it was said that these waters contained thoughts of every brain throughout history, what secrets were contained in these depths–and just how far or deep did they go?
Finally, the wave crashed along the shore.
Lady Spider’s voice piped from the web, “You might know the routine, Ranger. Just have your mind’s eye follow the droplets past the roots of the tree”.
And that’s exactly where the mind’s eye of Lon T. Ranger’s went–observing the wave’s droplets that soaked past the grand Tree of Life–which looked rather white–or in other words, paradoxically dead–before him.
The roots of the tree were also white–blazes of fire danced around them fiercely with a disembodied skull beneath these roots–these roots appearing to replace the role of a brain.
“It’s showtime, Ranger!” Lady Spider’s voice echoed from above–while the Skeleton’s skull cackled in response, its shrills echoing in this padded space that felt like a tomb.
As the red droplets fell into the soil, they slid along grooves in a tunnel—the tunnel itself being shaped like a DNA helix. From groove to groove, the droplets fell, like water droplets following the course of the grooves and curves of fingerprints and lines in one’s hands…
Given the spiral formation of the tunnel (as it was shaped like a DNA helix) these droplets spiraled, sliding along the grooves, momentarily standing at a standstill.
The blood droplets paused before an even larger pit or ring of fire, blazing brazenly.
“The Firewall.. “ the skull shouted this time in place of Lady Spider’s, cackling from above… “see if you can unlock my chest.” The Skeleton’s voice echoed.
In his mind’s eye, Lon T. Ranger saw these droplets dripping into the fire, assuming they’d surely dissolve and melt away– yet, was surprised to see what happened next.
“The droplets made it! The skull shrieked, cackling.
another one?
(in tact.. )
(leaked..) Below the chest and soil.. was a chamber..of fire.. (penetrating past a layer..)
Lon T. Ranger saw the droplets drip like wax from a melting candle–past the fire. Below that wall of fire, was what appeared to be a den, through which the droplets leaked again, managing to bypass a blood crazed dragon.
The dragon had reared its head with fire blazing from its flaring nostrils. It flicked its tongue like a snake. The dragon shot towards the droplets– but missed. Instead, the droplets dripped past what appeared to be the skeleton’s detached ribcage that lay in the center of this emblazoned den. “Now you found the treasure chest”, the Skeleton, shrieked, its voice hauntingly echoing, “will these droplets be enough to unlock the chest?”
Like drops of dew on a cavern’s ceiling, the droplets then leaked past the Skeleton’s ribs. Lon T. Ranger shivered, feeling the chill of this dark and lonely chamber into which the droplets now fell.. opposite in feel to the firewall above… (new space..)
The chamber was empty except for this stone at the center that floated in a void, like the nucleus of an atom. The stone’s grey shell was already cracked a bit–with an ever so faint shimmer shining inside it, as if it contained a crystal with a crimson glow.
“The treasure”, Lon T. Ranger thought. The droplets dripped upon the shell, causing it to beat, cracking the shell just a little bit more.
Lon had heard from an agent that the treasure symbolized the emotional heart.. and so he was not surprised at hearing the sound of a heartbeat in his mind…
As one of the agents had asked—(a.. describe which one..) Asking–Which bytes of salt can inspire the heart — or crystal— inside of a hardened shell to beat…and awaken it from its slumber?
chipping the stone for light to shine through—within it, a treasure that beat ever so quietly—at the remembrance of the Lon T. Ranger’s purpose–—or the self in which this treasure was buried.,.
The reverberations of a heartbeat) rose in place of what would be blood– if it was a biological heart that was beating instead of the emotional; this sound of the heartbeat rose through the dark chamber, up through ceiling.. past the wall of soil into the skeleton’s chest..
The Skeleton cackled at being tickled.. as the…
reverberations.. Converted Tickled.. into signals… being tickled.. awfully like the signals he was hearing. In fact, they were those same, exact sounds
“The Signal…”
Fury of the dragon’s.. (roar..?) island shook… like an earthquake.. quiet beating..
As it went up.. poked holes through the packs or layers of soil the worm had cleared.. it was continuing to wriggle around, looked still busy with its clearing.. the blockage of cells and memories..wormhole.. dropped the thread..
Tree of Life.. at its roots..
“Something about the star.. and Corvis…” was the sound of the crow being heard..
Now reading from the Manual to piece together..
“Well, Lon T. Ranger–you might or might not be surprised to know you’re in many places at once. You took the advanced path and now..the first star of Corvis.. your signal..” CNS..”you’ve been hearing..”
“The signal..”
.. Can’t seem to get a handle on all of this multi-dimensional business.. but I’m tryin..”Lon T. Ranger thought..
What about those cards in the manual part..? in mapping..
“Now, I see you brought along a friend.. from another dimension with you who’ll be reading along..”
what about the release of the wave part.. and how about how it connects to that other part.. and what about if user had taken that other one..? and what about reader’s reading and mapping the stuff?
mapping the anatomy? or giving the choice?