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WAKE UP!!!
A boy springs up from a layed down position like he just woke up from a nightmare. He is panting and sweaty. He looks around in a slight panic and doesn't know where he is. He looks around and sees buildings that are ruined. He looks to where he is and sees he is laying in what looks like a crater with rocks pointed up like dull spikes from the ground. Wait... how does he know all of this? He asks himself what is a building, what is ruined, what is a crater, and what is all of this and how does he know any of it? He is in a daze, yet isn't panicking at all. His breathing as already slowed down. He looks around again, still not sure what is everything around him and how does he know what they are and what has happened. Every single time he sees a new thing, he already knows what it is, and doesn't know how or why or what is going on. He looks to his side finally and finds that there is an axe next to him that has a peculiar design with flowy patterns and a golden and blue and white color assortment with some red highlights. The blade part of the axe is silver but with a yellow-ish lila hue to it with the yellow being more dominant.
How does he know all of this? How can he tell all of this? He tries to get up and stand, but almost stumbles and falls. He is barely on his feet and can barely stand straight. A light wind fills the open area which makes him feel slightly cold as he doesn't have anything on him at all like a new born baby, so he instinctively grabs his sides to keep himself warm. When he is now able to finally stabilize himself, he looks to his left and sees the setting sun that was once blocked by the rocks with its orange color and the yellow and red sky that becomes darker and a slight shade of purple the further you look away from the light of the sun. He flinches for the first few seconds that he looks at the sun in and instinctively moves his hand to his eyes to block the sun's light. When his eyes adjusted, he stared at the beautiful sun set for a moment in complete awe. Another light wind that makes him slightly cold again snaps him out of his daze and now he tries to think of what to do. When he looks away from the sun, there is something in his eyes that is now there. He can see through it, but it's like a spot that is in the exact place from where he saw the sun that doesn't go away and can't see properly from it. He doesn't know what to do to it, but for some reason he isn't worried about it at all, even though he felt scared for a second when he first noticed it, now he just feels nothing. As if he knows it's not a threat at all. He looks back at the ruined building and finds that it's not just a few buildings, but a full ruined city with the buildings looking old and abandoned.
Some look slightly destroyed and have exposed rebar, some fell and are completely destroyed, and some are leaning on the building next to it, but all have vegetation growing on them. But a core detail to all of them is that they all have weird looking rocks growing out of them that don't feel natural at all. They look more like dark colored crystals than rocks. The same type of crystals that surrounds him in his crater. He continued to keep looking around, seeing more ruined buildings that keep getting taller and taller, like this was previously a utopia of some sort. He questioned how he knows such a peculiar sounding word. He then finds the tallest looking building in the middle of all the city that has a huge crystal looking like it has grown out of it. As he continued to look around, but then finds an end to the city. The more he spun, he only found nothing. Nothing at all. A desert filled with nothing. He keeps spining until he sees the sun again and flinches when seeing it again due to its light. He finds that the city he saw was a place surrounded by desert and was the only thing standing. He was at the edge of it, near the desert, but away from the city. When looking at the city, he finds that the dot thing that was on his eyes because of the sun is now almost gone, and now understands that it's something that goes away in time. When he looks back at the desert, something inside of him tells him that it doesn't feel natural. Like its not a normal desert. Like he expected something to be there rather than nothing at all. And the desert also had something pointing out of it, but they were too small and too far to see, and really low in numbers against the sheer size of the nothingness he was seeing.
He looked back at the city and stared at it for a moment, and then thought that it would be a good idea to go there to try to find people. Wait... people? What are people? It's the thing I am. Then what am I? He keeps asking himself questions that he knows answers to, yet doesn't know from where. He knows so much, yet so little. He ignores this state of confusion and takes a step towards the direction of the city, but the first step he takes with his right leg, he steps on small rocks and crystals that acted like needles on his foot. He pulls his foot back quickly from the pain and finds that some of the ground his more pointy than others. From then on, he placed his right foot in a more flat area. When he placed his leg down, it still hurt, but not as much as the other time. He slightly flinched to the pain, and then asks himself what is pain, and why he doesn't like it so much, and why does it... hurt? He slowly walks, still adjusting to walking as he is not used to it and is careful where he places his feet.
He suddenly remembered the axe that was next to him, and looks back to see that it was still there. He moves his body to oriented to look at the axe. He then contemplated if he should go back and take the axe, or just leave it. He still needs to walk back all this distance and the ground already hurts to walk on. Yet, he felt that it was the only thing he had at the moment as it was the only thing next to him when he woke up. While walking back to it, he started to remember what he heard before waking up. Someone screaming to him to wake up. Who was it? It sounded familiar, yet still distorted. It kept telling him to "Wake up". He doesn't know who was talking to him, or why they were telling him to wake up, or how who ever it was knew it was him and that he needed to wake up. Yet, the only thing he feels when thinking about that voice is that he trusts it completely. When he reaches the axe finally, he bends down to grab it and holds it from the handle, and then is suprised by most of the weight being on the upper side of it. He holds it and adjusted his hand placement to hold it properly with its distribution of weight by holding it more firmly towards the blade area. This movement causes him to find that there is something written on the axe on the back if its head. He looks at it for a moment and somehow knows how to read it. It reads, "This is the axe of the dreamer. The one who has the eyes that can see dreams and reality as if they were one. And only the dreamer can go through all dreams to finally make the reality the dreamer wants. Or as close as the dreamer can get. As dreams are still figments of reality. And to dream, it is to fall asleep. And when that happens is when the dreamer can finally wake up. Dream on dreamer." He saw those words placed in a neat regular square. He doesn't understand what any of it means.
Dreams? Dreamer? Can go through dreams to make his reality? What did it all mean? And when he sleeps it's when he finally wakes up? For the first time, the boy finally faced something he didn't understand. Not the words nor the letters, but it was the fact that he finally for the first time ever to him he now faced something that wasn't even slightly familiar to him. He looked at the writing for a little longer and then dismissed it as he takes the state of confusion he is in like it's the same as the rest of his confusion to everything that he has faced up to this point and settle's his mind as he needs to get moving. When he starts moving, he finds that the handle kept flailing around as he moved, so instinctively to stop it from moving, he put one of his hands on the bottom part of the handle. He finds it easy to hold it this way as holding the upper side of the axe with one hand and the bottom side with another made holding it more stable. He also kept the blade pointed down as it's easier to hold this way. He started to walk carefully through the rubble, with his axe now in hand. He walks through the rubble, with a new found determination in his heart. To reach the ruined city was his new found goal.