2018-02-22: Fragmented Purpose
- Cutscene: Fragmented Purpose
- Cast: Xantia
- Where: ???
- Date: February 22nd, 2018
- Summary: A dream, or something more...? Uncertainty continues to gnaw at Xantia.
Weightlessness. A curious sensation, yet one that feels oddly familiar. Or perhaps 'feel' is not the correct term. There are no feelings here. Wherever 'here' might be. Even with opened eyes, nothing can be seen. There is no sound, there are no smells. Total sensory deprivation.
An experience like this should be highly disturbing, panic-inducing even. Yet despite knowing this should be the case, there is only a perfect calmness, a sense of complete safety. The nature of this place doesn't matter. It's fine to be here, for however long it's possible to remain here. It would be fine to stay here forever.
"Your mission... remember your mission..."
A hazy voice, constantly shifting in tone and pitch, yet unmistakingly belonging to a familiar individual. That's Father speaking. Feelings return. A desire to see Father. Push away the void, to see beyond. An indistinct grey humanoid shape is all that can be made out. It is enough.
"Your task is not an easy one. But you must never lose sight of it."
"Your task is not an easy one. But you must never lose sight of it."
Strange... two voices? Why are there two voices? Identical voices, speaking the same words. No... not exactly the same.
"Never forget your mission, your destiny, your place in the world."
"Never forget your mission, your duty, your responsibility."
The blurry shape blurs further outward, slowly pulling itself apart. Seperating into two halves. No... two wholes.
"Remember your importance. Sometimes, sacrifices must be made."
"Remember your importance. Some must die so that you may live."
Two distinct presences. One lighter, one darker. A visible difference, that yet doesn't feel as a difference. The shapes feel identical. They both feel like Father.
"To save this world, you must become a creator."
"To save this world, you must become a destroyer."
Their words are complete opposites now. Creation... destruction... which is it? You're confusing me, Father.
"Weapons should be for protecting life."
"Weapons are meant for taking life."
Father, please. Please tell me what to do!
"Ultimately, the choice is up to you."
"Ultimately, choice is an illusion."
Why can't I speak? Father? Father!
"You are Filgaia's hope... my child."
"You are Filgaia's hope... my child."
With a gasp for breath, Xantia awakens, grasping tightly at the metal band around her neck as she launches into a coughing fit. Had she been holding her breath in her sleep? That dream... what was that dream? ...Was it just a dream? Or are her memories trying to resurface?
With a final sigh, she settles down into more regular breath. It doesn't even matter that she seems to have ended up on the floor beside her bed at some point, that's nothing new. All she can think about now is that dream... and those words.
"...Father... what did you want me to do...?"