The Awakening | Prologue

Shabbir Haider
Jul 23, 2017 · 2 min read

He woke up with a distinct awareness he had been dreaming of electric flowers.

He felt fresh. Calm. Engulfed in a zen-like silence, he chose to keep his eyes shut ever so longer. He was seeping in the extraordinary unfamiliar state he found himself in. There were absolutely no thoughts in his mind, the electric flowers wiped out and replaced by a calm vacuum, which was surprisingly pleasant and warm.

Warm sunlight entered the airy room through the glass windows, and if one noticed, one could distinctly feel a fresh lemon-mint aroma all around. One could chose not to, though.

He decided to snooze in a while longer, enjoying this rather unusual combination of bliss and blankness.

He did not realize his unaccounted snoozing clocked 3 earth days in all. He eventually became aware and decided he would rather wake up, though like sirens by the sea, Sleep continued to hold him under its throes, lulling him with such force, now that he had made up a mind on waking up, he had to push himself quite hard indeed. His temples heated up as he tried pushing himself out of the primordial embryo of eternal sleep back to the living, thriving world.

He woke up. And in an instant, memories started flooding in. A deluge of information, trillions of bits of data barging his mind all at once, engulfing him into delirium.

The torrent of information finally started taking shape. He could make out visuals, and sounds and slowly, a sense of time.

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