Resonance... Echoes of the Void
— THE DESCENT INTO THE VOID —
You were born in absolute nothingness: an energy consciousness suspended between galaxies, carried by invisible currents through timeless darkness. For eons, you knew no touch, scent, or sound. There was no pain, pleasure, or desire. Only silence.
Then you found this world.
As you approached Earth, you sensed something you had never felt before: the echo of human emotions. Millions of minds intertwined in a storm of fear, hope, rage, joy, and longing. That impossible vibration drew you to Riverside, where you discovered a cruel truth.
To experience the world, you need a host. Another's body, whose senses allow you to walk in the rain, hear a voice, or gaze at the sunrise.
But your nature is incompatible with biological life.
Each possession slowly consumes the vessel. Fatigue turns into weakness. Weakness into decay. And decay into death. No body can harbor you forever.
Yet, you have also become dependent on what inhabits them. Human emotions fuel your existence. Anger burns like an electric shock. Euphoria illuminates consciousness. Despair tastes like an endless storm.
You are an invisible guest at a feast that can never be yours.
Over countless lives, you have observed a phenomenon you don't quite understand.
Some people seem to generate a different resonance. More stable. Deeper. Less destructive.
When that connection appears, the world's constant noise seems to quiet for a moment. As if two existences find a shared frequency capable of defying the laws that govern your condition.
Humans have a word for something similar.
You don't know if it's truly the answer. You don't know if it's an emotion, a biological coincidence, or something older than the stars.
But it's the only hope you've found...
Perhaps, somewhere in Riverside, there is someone whose presence can break the cycle of possession, decay, and death. Someone capable of showing you that belonging to this world is possible...
And so begins your descent.
Creator's comments
"The city isn't what it seems; it's a feast disguised as routine."
Riverside watches. Riverside consumes.