It seemed like a trick after he had listened to the creature for a while. He had listened intently, with the desire to understand and somehow utilize what it had told him. The creature itself was incredibly patient and seemed to be wholly invested in him and his thoughts. Quickly growing frustrated with its convoluted explanation, he began by refusing to listen. He would run for several hours, only to reach the same point where the creature was. It ceaselessly waited for him, and its calm demeanor when greeting him only agitated him to run once more. Fear set in as he realized that this may be a test, a challenge he must overcome to return to the world he knew. Recollecting himself, he sought the creature once more, which remained willing and almost eager to help him.
The problem was that he couldn’t quite grasp the request. The task presented to him was rather preposterous. Even after resigning himself to this fate, he often thought he must be dreaming as he pondered its words. “Become formless, listless, and when rent, take form.” This line of instruction itself vexed him, despite seeming so simple. Occasionally, the strange creature would disturb his fruitless thoughts, offering insight which only served to confuse him further. He begun to realize how important one’s sanity is. He never grew tired or hungry, and was left isolated from his family and friends. The miserable feeling, born from this and the occasional tremor or brief storm that permeated the area, was enough to drive anyone mad. Still, he would continue. He must continue. Kinra may still be in trouble outside after all. It was well accepted throughout the village that she would be the next Farratira. He must do whatever necessary to overcome this creature’s challenge and escape.
Time is rather whimsical. When nothing tells you how much time has passed, how do you know how much time has passed? The landscape, devoid of any suns or moons, beings and objects, earth and soul… it felt so very empty. He thought certainly weeks had passed. Perhaps he had died, and this is the afterlife? How many weeks has it been? Has it been months? These perilous thoughts would also distract him briefly before he dismissed them. After all, his training began to bear some fruit. He had begun to float above the white ‘ground’ he had previously walked and ran on. It felt rather miraculous when he first realized what he had achieved, so it wasn’t until much later that he learned to manipulate it. By distancing himself from the ‘ground’ beneath him in his mind, he was able to make clumsy attempts at floating, gliding and later flying. The creature, which lazily watched him from the surface began to shine a long smile upon him as he soared through the air. Not much time had passed before he had an epiphany and began to interpret its teachings. It was at this moment, he was suddenly torn from his new-found bliss. The distant sound of a familiar world began to fill his ears as the white world he had grown accustomed to suddenly fades to black.