Re: (Snjoflyksa) The Balanced Kraftaverk
Snjoflyksa "awakes" in a circle of trees. A slow feeling of awareness rises within her. As the vibrations of light energy begin to be perceived and processed, an emotional response ensues. Confusion is overcome with awareness. As shapes form, colors infuse, fear mingles in what might be considered her "heart." There is dew on the grass around her. She touches the water with curiosity in her mind. A droplet of water dangles from her fingertip as she brings it up to her range of vision. The light shines through the water creating a complete spectrum of bendable rays of color. The fear abates and rises like a flow of energy itself. The curiosity, however, is constant and increasing. She notices the darkness of the soil. Touching it with her fingers, bringing a small handful up to smell the earthiness of it, rubbing the granules gently against the skin on her palm, she senses a pulse of energy in the matter itself. The deep browns of the trees, the leafy greens carried on the branches protruding from it all mean something and it is her inner quest to find the deepest answer to their existence. She calms her fear by pushing the emotional energy rising within her away from her mind and down into the depths of her being. It does not disappear, it is merely "shelved" in a very controlled manor. Ridding herself of the distraction of fear allows for movement to issue from her body. A sense of mild contentment creeps over her inner being as things outside her begin to make sense. The vibration of energy exists in every illusion of reality exhibiting itself to her vision. As these realizations take place, she notices the granules of dirt in her hand become hazy to her vision. Their form has reduced to a pasty liquid much like that of the water. The substance releases some gaseous material into the air. This must be part of the particles of energy that make up the loam. With touch, she can manipulate the energy to deteriorate its bond separating itself from what holds it together. Fascinated with this, she touches other small objects. A pebble, a leaf, a twig. The realization of this causes the fear to rise again bringing tears to her eyes. She weeps silently for something she doesn't understand. Her "heart" feels alone. These objects all seem real but have proven to be an illusion of energies bound together that can be disassembled as easily as created. She realizes she did not bring herself to this place. If something else brought her here, what was it? What was her purpose? To what did she owe her existence? Was she in fact alone? Was there something that could connect her to this energy that she seemed to possess some intense manipulative power over? As these questions flooded her mind, her body had the beginnings of feelings of discomfort. Quietly and carefully Snjoflyksa moved her legs, extending them forward, curling them to the side, twisting her torso, grasping her knees to bend further. In this movement, her emotions calmed, her thoughts became more clear. She almost felt, as she followed the flow of energy with movement in her body, that she could communicate with something deeper than her own self....