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Exhales of pressurized gasses and the crackling of a frozen statue echo through the unknown area. Knees hit the floor as coughing sounds pollute the immediate atmosphere as hands join the knees to the surface. Long white hair is pushed back to reveal a red and slightly deformed face gasping for air as the remainder of the cement-like material clinks to the ground. The white haired man rolls to his back as he struggles to catch his breath. His eyes are wide open, though is unable to see with his human eyes. Haunting memories replay in his mind more clearly than any eyes could illustrate. Memories of the cold exile followed by memories mourning the death of loved ones and apprentices. Memories of countless failures are on repeat as gasps for air disturb any remaining silence.
Where is he? How and why has he been released with his pains which were time frozen in the carbonite? What is happening?!
Hours pass as he lay on his back and struggle to his feet. Memories burn hotter than the fiery planet on the outer-rim. His natural vision slightly returning to reveal synthetic metals crushing with his every vision before his body once again crashes to the surface.
Suddenly, there is silence.
The memories halt. His vision returns to black. Is he unconscious? Has death finally greeted him to release him of the agony?
No; his heartbeat pounds through his eardrums, slowing down as time advances. He fights to gain control over his emotions, as he has been trained to do, perhaps lifetimes ago. Breathing is normalized and the feeble being summons the strength to get to his feet naturally.
His natural vision still only slightly reveal metal surfaces. It could simulate an aircraft, a cantina, or a temple that he once knew. Dazed and confused is the man but at least the memories have been temporarily shut away as he begins to find his bearings.
Where is he? How and why has he been released with his pains which were time frozen in the carbonite? What is happening?!
Hours pass as he lay on his back and struggle to his feet. Memories burn hotter than the fiery planet on the outer-rim. His natural vision slightly returning to reveal synthetic metals crushing with his every vision before his body once again crashes to the surface.
Suddenly, there is silence.
The memories halt. His vision returns to black. Is he unconscious? Has death finally greeted him to release him of the agony?
No; his heartbeat pounds through his eardrums, slowing down as time advances. He fights to gain control over his emotions, as he has been trained to do, perhaps lifetimes ago. Breathing is normalized and the feeble being summons the strength to get to his feet naturally.
His natural vision still only slightly reveal metal surfaces. It could simulate an aircraft, a cantina, or a temple that he once knew. Dazed and confused is the man but at least the memories have been temporarily shut away as he begins to find his bearings.