Which one am I? He didn’t know if he was either, truth be told. It was the oldest, most real thing in the universe: champion against foe. Pikkon calmed himself, tried to spread his energy across his body to harmonize with himself in this living world again, and then dived down to the dark world awaiting him. He did not feel at home here he did not feel like this was where he was meant to be.Īnd then, in an instant, everything opened back up for him. Yet, even as his living abilities were returning to him, none of it felt right to Pikkon. The longer he kept his eyes shut, the more he sensed, the more he began to feel. It hurt more than he would have expected. Out in the cold of a distant, lifeless planet, that feeling of loneliness alarmed him and weighed down on him from his shoulders and pushed outward from inside his rib cage. He was inharmonic with the rest of the universe. Now he was struggling with both reflexes, as if he was a newborn. He used to be able to sense life as easily as he took breaths. Rivers of thought began to snake through his mind, fervent and short-lived. He remained motionless, even as the wind continued to howl around him.
He remembered this feeling only vaguely it was not as it had been in Other World. It was an odd sensation, to be back here. He closed his eyes and felt the pulse of the universe. He knew his body could no longer support the same amount of energy he had begun to take for granted in Other World, not now that he was back amongst the living.īut that was no matter. I’m back in the universe again, Pikkon reminded himself. The wind rolled over him, causing him to shiver.