digital organisms in flux
endlessly replicating
suddenly dying, then reborn
nothing is real in our strange void
digital organisms in flux
endlessly replicating
suddenly dying, then reborn
nothing is real in our strange void
[music recording by klankbeeld: http://freesound.org/people/klankbeeld/]]
There is a vast certainty in falling, Lue thought. She felt the air hissing in her ears while she rushed onwards. The speed suggested a destination, a fate or destiny cast upon her by the decision to jump. But nothing happened. The space in which she traveled knew nothing about borders. It was clear and endless, of pure aesthetic. She closed her eyes, a last ritual of hope for salvation, before she finally arrived.
A blast of color ripped through the blank space and pried her eyes open. The last thing she felt was the tint inserting itself into every fraction of her being.
The fall stopped abruptly and Lue arose.