In the beginning, there was nothing. No light. No dark. Curiously, just an orb sat in the middle of this supposed nothingness. Voices whispered within it, beckoning me closer. I don't know what I was stepping on as I walked towards this orb, but I did so sluggishly as if walking through thick mud. His head felt so strange as if it were underwater. As if swimming. But he had to get there.
His last thought resonated as if with the bang of a gong, and his perception cleared only a little. But it did. He was halfway there now, and the whispers rose to an average volume, speaking a foreign language. It sounded like no language he knew, yet it somehow still sounded familiar to him. Colors flashed in his mind, matching the aurora borealis. The colors changed with the rises and falls of the voices seeping from within the orb.
The closer he got, the louder the voices rose. He felt as if the space around him was vibrating with the volume. He felt as if he were walking against a gale storm. He would get there. He had to get there. The winds force cut down by half and grew hot. He was only a few feet from it now and was pretty sure of that.
He felt rumbling beneath his feet. Despite the Nothingness, Axel could have sworn there was an earthquake happening. He took a couple more steps, and all previous sensations returned at once, converging into one feeling and consuming him whole. No sense of gravity. Breathlessness. Hot and cold flashes, back and forth. He could smell fertile soil. He didn't realize he'd closed his eyes but opened them now and gasped. The orb was suddenly below him.
Suddenly, a green light exploded from beneath him and enveloped all around him in an oval. Circles overlapping circles, creating colors he had never seen before. Colors surrounded him he'd never seen, and he heard sounds he'd never heard before, but he felt so calm. Even despite that very fact, his inner-waters very much remained undisturbed.
It was like he lost his free will over his mind all at once. He was in the passenger seat now, forced to listen to his thoughts like an audiobook. There was something he needed to find. Suddenly, there were countless topics of philosophy flooding through his head. He observed things like the order of life and death, chicken and egg, cat and box. He thought of good things, of order and balance. He thought of truth and justice. Slowly, there was a change.
All things opposite good flashed before his eyes instantly: Murder, war, dishonesty, deceit, hatred, greed. It was over as soon as it began. It felt like the energy around him couldn't bear to linger on the topic longer than necessary.
The voices began to sound more transparent to his human ears.
".....Find..." the air around him smelled electric, like that moment before a summer downpour.
"....It..." He could feel his hair gently lifted off his forehead, now smelling the salty waters of a stormy sea.
"Seeker....." What sounded like thunder boomed around him, a sharp crack sounding off to his right. He jumped.
The breeze changed directions and slowed, bringing him the scent of fallen leaves as they crunched beneath his feet.
He smelled freshly mowed grass and barbeque. "Help them..." The air swirled around him, a sense of separation dominating his mind. A yelp burst from his throat, and he doubled over as if gravity had increased.
"Guide them..." Various scenes flipped through his mind's eye. The tides of the seas, the sun's setting, the moon's rising. He saw the ocean parting its waters to reveal a kingdom long since lost to time. Stairs descending from heaven.
"To the..." This voice sounded like the wind itself, sending shivers down his spine. "...the truth." Screams and whispers were all he could hear, blending into an overwhelming hum of white noise.
Green light then swallows his vision.
Instead of sinking, this time, he's free-falling through the air.