Oracle of Life 1 part 1

Alrighty! Part one, up and running~ please give your reveiws on my work desu! This is a random idea i had and i've ben wanting to finish it for some time, so here's the first part! I know, it doesn't make much sense at first, but it will lather in part two.

Oracle Of Life Chapter 1 part 1

Dream

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…… "hee hah heei!"

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………A soft, nearly inaudible hiccupping laugh broke through the whiteness, fading into the senses slowly as if it was uncertain of where it should be…

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…The drunken laugh was joined tentatively by the sound crunching of feet landing on dirt and the cluck of chickens, all sounds echoing and oddly drawn out, giving them a hollow ring…

…The whiteness stayed uniform, but a crisp scent of pure warm air swept into existence, that distinct scent of air freshly exhaled from the great lung that was a forest... This scent was nostalgic, bringing a cozy sense of familiarity...

As if one by one all of the senses were returning in turn, the curious fingers of the air caressed flesh, burning plump cheeks, and something billowed around their legs, another nostalgic feeling to one who had spent their life in a dress…. But, the sense of touch they had was oddly detached, unreal, as if they were visiting someone else’s body briefly…

…They put down their foot, and the dirt crunched again, and a profound sense of clarity surfaced, and the whiteness began to shift like sand, going into visual focus with lazy slowness. Their foot wobbled as they shifted their weight onto it, their unsteady and weirdly short feeling legs threatening to tip over, and the whiteness shifted in cadence to their wobble, the shifting outlining their movements... …The whiteness began to fade slightly as it shifted, and they were looking down, bubbles of laughter bursting out of their throat… They were watching their chubby baby legs, practicing walking, and the warm wind curled around them again, their long dress-like shirt billowing around their knees, their tiny moccasin shoes disturbing the brown dirt below them…

Their vision, just like everything else they felt, was unreal and ghostly, the colors thin and pale while everything white shown with blinding brightness while still seeming translucent… They lifted their head, taking another tottering step forward, blubbering happily at the sight of ghostly chickens whom clucked and pecked at the dirt single mindedly, strutting across the ground with their funny cocky waggle, waving their long necks back and fourth… they didn’t look very much like the chickens they were used to, splotchy and streaked and spotted and smeared with rustic browns and red colors, not one the same, exotic looking…

…They put their arms back cooing and squirming with mirth, trying to walk like a chicken, jutting their head forward and lifting their knee high… they wind milled their arms, having trouble walking like that with the bizarre balance they were asking from their body……a echoing hollow voice laughed, distinctly feminine, and they stumbled, trying to look at the source of the voice… they somehow managed to stay upright, achieving amazing angles without tipping over, swaying as they faced the source of the voice…

…There were four people facing them, all insubstantial looking, their eyes veiled with whiteness, but their lips were curved into smiles that were all directed at them… three were men and one was a woman… all of them looked just as alien as the chickens, with dark skin that looked like tree bark and hair like raven feathers……One of the men, whom looked considerably old, chucked and murmured something in a bizarre language to the woman, who smiled and answered in the same foreign tongue, none of them once taking their eyes off them…

……"chiiikan!" They cooed, pointing at the chickens, shrieking with laughter as if it was the funniest thing in the world, then began to turn back to the chickens……out of nowhere, fast and heavy footsteps crushed the dirt, and they turned back, grinning from ear to ear, watching an adult, a middle aged man, stride towards them like a looming mountain…

…The adult crouched in front of them, catching their tiny shoulders that were bare from the too-big sleeves that had slid down…....the adult said something in an angry voice, their bizarre words gibberish to them…

… "chikan?" they asked, not understanding, staring at where the man’s eyes would be if it wasn’t for the whiteness blocking them……The adult’s hands suddenly constricted painfully around their small shoulders, their thick tree-trunk fingers digging into their soft baby flesh, and began to shake them, shake them so hard they thought their neck would break… roaring words they didn't understand like thunder...

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