The sound of wind and dust clouds swirling in the air.
James Karawei: "What the..."
I opened my eyes to find myself in a strange, dark realm. Everywhere I looked, there was nothing but an oppressive blackness, and a great red mist swirled around me. Could this be a dream? I had no idea.
The red mist blew past me, almost knocking me over.
James Karawei: "Am I... dead? What the hell is this place?!"
I looked down at my body. I was completely naked, but there was something wrong—no private parts, nothing.
This had to be a dream. No... I was sure of it now.
I glanced around, deciding to move forward, but as soon as I took my first step, a voice called out from the mist.
???: "Ah... there you are... my sweet little angel~"
The wind picked up, and the red mist circled me like it was alive.
I turned toward the source of the voice, my heart sinking at the sight of something too terrifying to describe—something that exuded an overwhelming sense of fear and control.
I stood there, speechless, trembling before the giant, unblinking red eyeball. It was so immense, I could hardly comprehend its size.
I was sure this had to be a dream.
James Karawei: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"
I instinctively took a step forward, my fists clenched, but the eye crinkled as it laughed—a deep, gut-churning laugh that shook the entire dream realm.
???: "My dear boy, do you not remember me? I've sensed it deep inside you. Yes, you've finally become a real adult!"
I stood tall, trying to look defiant as I placed my hands on my hips.
James Karawei: "But I just turned 15 yesterday. You knew about my birthday? What the hell are you? Get me out of here, you creep!"
The giant eyeball came dangerously close. It was the size of a mountain—no, more like five mountains piled together in a massive, incomprehensible heap. Girth, length, size—it was all impossible to describe.
???: "James, you may not know me yet, but you will. A thousandfold, my dear boy!"
The eyeball chuckled again, and the entire realm trembled under its vibrations.
???: "Oh, and don't worry. I'll send someone to pick you up. You cannot escape. You never will..."
I dashed forward, fist raised to smash it down into the eyeball, but before I could reach it, an eerie sound filled the air. A force I couldn't understand flung me backward.
Woosh sound, followed by the sound of glass breaking.
James Karawei: "AGH! LET ME GO! NO!!!"
What appeared to be glass shards of red, glowing ethereal matter followed my flight as they poured out of the eye like tears.
As I flew further away from the eyeball, the red mist enveloped me. I reached the "edge" of the dream and felt it shatter as I was flung into an endless void—an eternal abyss with no end in sight.
The strange eyeball muttered something that rattled my very consciousness. I involuntarily shut my eyes as memories that were not mine flooded my brain.
Glass breaking sounds as the dream realm shatters.
???: "Matte kudasai..."
The phrase hung in the air as a strange, spectral music echoed from the crack in the dreamlike realm. The entire sphere around me trembled, almost like a bubble about to pop.
James Karawei: "You damn bastard!"
I waved my hands frantically as I fell into the void, desperately trying to grab onto something—anything.
Suddenly, a strange, rainbow-glowing orb flew out of my chest, lighting up the entire realm. Then... strangely enough...
I woke up.
Chatter of people outside, birds singing in the distance.
I clutched my head in my hands as I opened my eyes. I sat up, still dazed from the earlier dream.
James Karawei: "Man... that made me realize I really am bored..."
I fell back onto my pillow, staring at the ceiling for a moment before slithering out of bed and heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth—like usual.
I put a bit of water on the tip of my toothbrush to moisten it before applying the toothpaste. You know, like usual.
A timelapse passed as I went through my routine.
It was so annoying. That dream—I couldn't make sense of it no matter how hard I tried.
I sat down at the dining table, eating a simple bacon and eggs sandwich, when I muttered to myself.
James Karawei: "Man... this kind of sucks, huh? I wish my mom could at least cook me breakfast."
I chewed my food, but the thought lingered in my mind. What was my problem? Why wasn't I satisfied with my routine, like everyone else? Most people are happy with this—so why was I 'going crazy'? Why couldn't I find peace in the normalcy of it all? I felt like a robot, stuck in a loop.
Was it that dream? Maybe. But somehow, I felt like it was something deeper. Dreams, no matter how strange or vivid, don't make you get bored with life. Right? Right?!
The timelapse continued as the days passed
Day in, day out. Same old boring routines. Everyone went through the motions, but I wasn't having it.
It was frustrating. Honestly, I couldn't understand before why people hated "dead-end jobs" when I felt like this all the time. I think I finally get it.
I found myself sitting in class once again.
Blah blah, blah blah blah—blah blah blah blah!
Wow. Incredible. Truly a great lesson.
Ugh...
I wished the teachers would teach us something actually useful, like taxes or dreams—or how to enjoy life. But I guess that's my problem.
I looked out the window, my hand propped under my chin, feeling just as bored as usual.
James Karawei: "I don't even understand my own boredom..."
I sighed, thinking about all the hours I spent gaming and watching anime. Maybe that was part of the problem. I wanted something—anything—to break the monotony. But, I didn't think I'd want something as stupid as magic... what for? I'm not some superhero.
James Karawei: "I guess I really am bored... huh."
Timelapse continues.
Honestly, I didn't even know what that dream was about, but I was hooked. I had to know more.
Who was that eye?
What did it want?
And could I be a part of it?
The timelapse ends, returning to the same morning scene as earlier: birds singing, cars driving by, people talking.
James Karawei: "If nothing interesting happens today, I think... I'm going to throw in the towel."
I stood up from my bed and stretched, gazing out the window. I stared directly at the sun just long enough for it to sting. Looking back now, I realize that this day was monumental.
James Karawei: "Mhm... gotta brush my teeth."
I stumbled into the bathroom, going through my usual routine—but this time, something felt different.
That damn rainbow orb kept haunting me. It had been two weeks since that dream, and every night it seemed like it lingered at the edge of my thoughts. Even now, as I went through my morning routine, it felt like I could almost reach out and touch it.
Fast-forward to school. The time is 5:40 AM.
I entered the school courtyard, walking past the cheerful little "bumblebees" of the school.
A cold wind blew that morning. Was it a sign? Maybe. But I didn't care.
James Karawei: "Boring, boring, and yet BORING!"
I went up the stairs to my classroom hallway. The place was nearly empty—barely anyone around at this hour.I made my way to my desk, which was by the door, right against the wall.
I dropped my backpack, pulled out my notebooks, and glanced around.There they were—Jack Daniels and Cathy Ariston. Two people who had been grabbing my attention ever since I'd returned to school a year ago.
Jack's desk was at the back by the window, while Cathy's was at the front, also by a window.
At first glance, Jack looked like your stereotypical weird emo rocker—black ponytail (yes, three of them for some reason), black leather jacket, t-shirt, and jeans or sweatpants. He was loud, boisterous, playful—your average "bro."
Cathy, on the other hand, was your typical tomboy—though she stood out for a reason. Her black ponytail was nothing special, but she always wore comfortable clothes—usually a tank top or t-shirt, and today, leggings instead of sweatpants. She was hot-headed, competitive, and, yeah, a bit arrogant.
James Karawei: "Yet another boring day..."
I sighed and turned back to my notebook. Cathy had her eyes closed, probably listening to music or meditating, while Jack stared out the window with a goofy smile on his face.
I leaned back in my chair for a moment before standing up and walking into the hallway. I wasn't the outgoing type, and socializing didn't appeal to me. Talking just didn't excite me like it seemed to excite others.
The cool autumn breeze sent a shiver down my spine as I leaned on the windowsill, looking out. Maybe I wasn't so different from Jack and Cathy after all... another boring NPC, going through the motions.
I stood there, leaning against the windowsill, feeling the cool breeze from the autumn morning. A shiver ran down my spine, but I barely noticed. My mind was still on the strange dream and the feeling of unease it left me with.
Jack walked out of the classroom, his footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. He grinned as he approached, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes a little.
Jack Daniels: "Yo, James, you alright?"
Jack gave me a quick glance, his usual easy grin fading slightly. He walked up to me, a little hesitant, but still that boisterous energy bouncing off him.
James Karawei: "Yeah, just... looking out the window."
I looked out at the bustling courtyard, not really paying attention to anything specific. I could feel Jack still standing there, maybe thinking I was brooding or just ignoring him. But I wasn't. I was just tired of it all, I guess.
Jack Daniels: "You know, I haven't seen you this quiet since you got back."
He leaned in a little, his voice taking on a more serious tone for a second.
Jack Daniels: "You spent 8 years in Taured, right? Bet that place was... weird, huh?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, probably wondering if he'd hit a nerve. I wasn't really sure how to answer.I shifted my weight, still looking out the window. There was so much I wanted to say about that place, about everything that happened. But I couldn't. The memories were just too... fractured.
James Karawei: "It wasn't the greatest, if that's what you're asking. I mean, it's not like I remember much of it anyway."
I felt Jack pause, like he didn't know how to respond to that. It wasn't like he knew about my past. No one did, except for maybe Cathy.
Jack Daniels: "You sure about that? You spent 8 years in some place, and you don't remember anything?"
He raised an eyebrow, like I was some kind of puzzle he couldn't crack. I couldn't blame him. I was a mystery, even to myself.
James Karawei: "Yeah, that's right."
I couldn't help the bitterness in my voice. Jack caught it but didn't press further. Instead, he slapped me on the back, a loud chuckle escaping him.
Jack Daniels: "Well, whatever happened, it's good to have you back. Even if you're a little... different."
I smirked a little, finally turning to face him.
James Karawei: "I'm sure I'll get used to it eventually. But this place? Still sucks."
Jack Daniels: "Hey, it's high school. It's supposed to suck. You don't need to think too hard about it. Life gets better when you stop thinking about it."
I stared at him, not sure if he was being serious or just messing with me. But then again, that was Jack for you. He was always a bit of a philosopher when he wasn't making dumb jokes.
James Karawei: "I guess... I don't know. I just feel like there's gotta be more than this. Something exciting. Something to look forward to."
There it was. My usual rant. The thing that had been bothering me since I got back. This routine life. It felt suffocating. I needed something to break it all apart.
Jack Daniels: "You're telling me, man. The world's full of boring stuff, but you gotta look at it with the right eyes. Otherwise, it's all just... noise."
I couldn't help but chuckle at that. Maybe he was right. Maybe I just wasn't seeing things the way I should.
James Karawei: "I guess. Maybe."
The moment was broken by the sound of something unusual—a gentle bubbling noise that made my skin crawl. We both turned toward it.
Soap suds and bubbles popping sfx and squeaking can be heard
The floor was covered in a thin layer of water and soap bubbles, and from down the hallway, the sound of a running sink could be heard. The weirdest part? Right in front of us stood a rabbit, about two feet tall, made entirely of soap and bubbles.
Its round, bubbly eyes seemed to stare directly at us with a strange, eerie focus.A shiver ran down my spine.
Jack's grin faded into an unsure smirk as I instinctively took a step back. Something about it felt... off.
Maybe it was the absurdity of the situation, or the sheer weirdness of it all.
James Karawei: "What the hell is this?"
Jack looked at me, then back at the rabbit, his usual boisterous attitude evaporating into uncertainty.
His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.
Jack Daniels: "Uh... I don't know, man. That's... weird."
I couldn't help but smirk.
Of course, something strange like this would happen to me—just when I thought my day couldn't get any more mundane.
The soap bunny blinked—wait, did it just blink?—and the feeling of being watched intensified.
I could see Jack's hesitation, but it felt like the most normal thing in the world now. After all, I'd been haunted by bizarre dreams and inexplicable feelings for weeks, so this was almost... expected.
As the bubbles around the bunny popped and fizzed, I slowly approached, an unsettling calmness taking over me. The rabbit didn't move—was it even alive?I glanced at Jack once more.
He seemed to be processing this as much as I was, but neither of us knew what to do.
Then, as if on cue, the rabbit hopped forward, sending a few bubbles skittering across the floor.
I couldn't help but laugh. The absurdity of it all—how could I be so bored one moment and then thrown into this... this surreal moment the next?
Jack just shook his head.
Jack Daniels: "Bro... I don't know if I should be laughing or running away right now."
I chuckled softly, feeling a strange sense of exhilaration. This... was something new. Something exciting. And I knew that, even though everything felt so uncertain, something was about to change. It had to.
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Author's Note:
Yo, thanks for reading the first chapter! All of the art for Divinity: Infinity so far is AI-generated by yours truly (because I'm terrible at drawing, haha).
So if anything looks 'off' or 'weird,' now you know why.
Thanks for reading this mess of a story—there's more to come!
(btw this is my oc because why not: ✍️👁️)
FUN FACTS!
Fun Fact: Jack Daniels's three ponytails represent his mom, dad and older sister.
Fun Fact #2: Don't ask me about character measurements cause i don't know what to say 🗿
Fun Fact #3: The Rabbit above is made of soap and isn't alive.
Fun Fact #4: James hates denim and leggings because they both look way "too good" on Cathy.