ALL ABOUT ME!

What happened to me ?

I’ve started using this website because she admitted that she didn’t have the time to care for me at all times, but that she didn’t quite want me to be alone, either. I hope to document my experiences in my new home, and my musings on my life, the multiverse, and my family. In the likely even that I die here, maybe this could be what I’m remembered for. I’m not sure..
I’m getting a bit ahead of myself, I’m aware. I have many tendencies like that. My brain is very scattered, always thinking, all the time, but never able to focus on just one thing. Miss Kiki always tells me that I should get tested for ADHD, but I don’t see a point in that. All it’d do is prescribe a label to me. .
When I stepped through the doorway, I felt infinity. I could feel myself slipping through time and space. I felt stars touch my skin, I escaped my body before crawling back into it. I became one with the universe itself, before in an instant, being forced to grapple with its massiveness. .
I was shown glimpses of some strange realm. An ocean of fragmented mirrors, a strange cross between broken glass and liquid mercury. I was shown the vague shadow of a creature with the head of a rodent, and a familiar looking woman wandering the beaches of this strange ocean. .
There was something about the look in her face, though. Though her features looked familiar, something about her expression, something about the way she carried herself, seemed anything but. Like the molecules that formed her had just learned how to create a human, and were doing a wonderful job. .
All of this, all of what felt like infinity, lasted but a few seconds..
I awoke in a dark enclosure. It took me a few seconds to get used to the darkness, and for my senses to return to me. I could faintly, so faintly, hear rain pitter pattering from above me. I realized where I was upon noticing the suffocating warmth of the Earth that I was surrounded by..
The cruel joke of the Doorway. I was in the world that my father dreamed of: Six feet under, in a coffin below the Earth… .
If he’s dead, then, does that mean… .
I couldn’t bare to think of that right now. Not while I was here. Stuck. Suffocating to death. There was no body here with me, the Doorway must’ve swapped the two. But if I didn’t do anything then I’d soon take his place. .
I was sweating. I was suffocating. Each breath made my chest push up against the coffin, restricting my breath. I cried so hard my mouth went dry. For hours I beat upon the hard wood, made impenetrable by the six feet of dirt on top of it. .
I was exhausted. I was in pain. Everything since October has been a nightmare. I just wanted to drop dead. To be overtaken by the Earth. But something else fuelled me. It wasn’t that I was going to die here, it was that I defiled his grave. It’s all my fault. .
I hit the wood. I hit the wood against. Nothing, and I mean nothing was going to keep me trapped here. With all my force, I used my wings to tear through the wood. I could feel the dirt begin to fill in through the holes I had punctured, only suffocating me further. I beat against the wood. Over. And over. And over. .
Something snapped. It was working. I clawed my way out. Past the dirt in my eyes, nose, and mouth, past everything. I wasn’t going to die here. That much I knew..
I clawed my way through the six feet of dirt that lay atop me, as I felt the warmth of the Earth slowly dissipate to that of the cold December night. With a crack of lightning, my fist burst through the ground like some horrible zombie as I dug my way out of the Doorway’s tomb. I pushed my way out, every bone in my body writhing from the sheer exertion I had put it through.

I've started work on a visual novel to keep me company :)

I made this site to... document. I suppose? Life since arriving on Starveil-7 has been... rather interesting. And I'd quite like to document it...
The multiverse is a rather interesting subject. I don't think it is quite infinite. So the more and more I learn about the multiverse, the more I'm intruiged by which choices splinter off. Which choices, in a sense... don't quite matter.

Don't worry about me, by the way. I'm safe with my mother. And she is taking quite good care of me.