What

Charred skies of grey. Drifting clouds of white. A blood moon in the eyes of a slithering snake, ready to pounce. Jitters and trembles and tumbles of fear. Questions and answers never more in front of me to appear. Cracks of red soak its surface. Bold menace circles a black storm around the centre. But then I look to the sky. It's day; the sun bright.

Merry not a cheerful cheer, but a blue frown shaking and sniffling on a quaking ground. No, the ground is still. It is still for me. But who is that? Who is this? I appear contradicted, yet another question to appear.

Why does my head hurt? My hands are cold, my face is pale, boots of white pave my feet and before my eyes, one axe and three people stand. Two I know very well. The other, a man who gave me an unfulfilled promise. 

Become a god. They told me that. Those words of three. But why? Why me? 

I had promise.

They told me that too. More words of three. Words of falseness. Words of mistake. They were wrong and that is why we are here now today. Wait, when is today? Where am I? Everything isn't adding up. Contradictions. Too many. I can't think. I can't think. I can't think. I can't think.

What

My head hurts. What is happening Gary?

I can't hear you. Speak up.

Are you saying something? You have to talk a bit louder.

I feel dizzy. My head hurts.

My legs are numb. No, my arms. No, everything. My head doesn't hurt anymore.

Where is everything? I can't see. I can't hear. I can't understand. I don't understand. I know the words I'm saying but I can't hear myself speak. It's so strange. Nothing is here. Something is here. No. Is it everything? I have the strangest sense of Deja Vu right now. Something about this seems familiar. But why? How? I don't remember any of this. Was there a time like this before? No, there couldn't be. So, what is going on?

Something. Something is watching. Something above. Below? Outside? Who is this? Who are you? Who am I?

I remember now.

Actually, it's less that I remembered and more that I can see now. I can't see with my eyes but something else. It's familiar. So much is happening. Echoes of thunder, banquet of gold. Washing waves and laughing chatter. A realm of heaven deep in space. Demons and dragons and mystical wars. Gods fighting amongst one another. Red and blue.

A name. One unfamiliar to me. Who is Galactis?

There's a void of space and outside that there's something more. Actually, is it something or nothing?

Oh, it's fading. Something's fading.

Was I thinking about something?
Are you still here Gary? Actually can you not hear me either? Or have you left?
Well, not really going to get an answer am I?
I'm getting light-headed. Or is it another thing entirely?
I'm confused.
No darkness, no light. There's just...
No, I can't figure anything out anymore.
Am I awake?
Am I dreaming?
None of this feels real.
None of this feels like anything really.
No, I'm conflicted again. I don't understand.
I don't get it. I don't know. I don't... anything.
Where? When? Why? Who?
What.