VIVISECTION

Eyes

I have been hiding in an asylum

Why do you ask?

I am hiding from the truth

From the voices and noises, I hear whispering through

I’ve been hiding from the fact

That my best friend has died

And that my reality was shattered

My head went into the madness from those facts

Now I am writing this only for one reason

I want somebody to read about my inner screaming

I want somebody to read about all of the things, I saw out there

About all the things we don’t and never will understand properly

It all happened in the summer of 1902

Skies were turquoise blue

I travelled for a week with my friend George

To a village called Clifford

It is on North of Ireland

I will tell you why so you can understand

There is a mystical island in the seas

It holds goddess with the name Danu you see

Long ago mysterious tribe Named

Went to the north

Nobody knows what that means

After a while, they returned from the seas

But not as human beings

But as gods

Why and how nobody knows

It is a myth after all

Since childhood, I was obsessed with this myth

It is full of mystery

That mystery brought us here

To Clifford

It was a little village as I thought

Cottages were a rare sight

I and George only counted ten so far

And we were reaching a shore that was nearby

There was an old cottage it was rather pretty

Smoke was coming out of the chimney

We hurried because we heard the storm

We ran fast to the cottage near the shore

We knocked on the old wooden door

But nobody answered

We looked through a little window on our right

And old lady was sitting in an armchair, sitting tight

She was looking at us with big eyes

They were terrifying and oddly looking

It was like they were glowing

She did not even blink

We ran away

Childish of us you may say

But if you saw what we have seen

I doubt you would stand there still

We built a little tent near the shore

The storm that came after was unpleasant

Lightning was loud and clear as waves near the shore

I was not able to sleep because that old lady had cottage very near

I asked about the old lady and the cottage all over the village

But all the answers were odd

People said no cottage is on that place

But then what did we saw?

The thought about the lady brought us chills

How come we saw her

Yet, everybody told us that nobody lives there

The cottage was odd too to say

It was different than others we saw

It was not from Ireland that’s how it looked

To me, it looked like one of those Slavic cottages

With many details all over it

And that reminded me of the Slavic myth

About an old witch

I asked George about this myth

„Baba Yaga it is”

But then another question brought up to me

The cottage the witch lived in had two big chicken legs

So it could move, yet the cottage was still there

Or was it?

We started to be paranoid

Believing in a such myth

It was stupid you could say

But we travelled here because of myth

So you could say we were stupid

But we are looking for an island

And not for a goddess

That’s the difference

But I could not stop thinking

About this little cottage

That was near the shore

So we decided to visit this old lady that is living near the

shore

But the cottage was not there

It was gone

Nobody knew where it went

Or if it was there in a first place

The next day our department happened

George bought us a ship

And we sailed to the horizon of the seas

With a rather mysterious memory

First days not much has happened

I was usually reading a book

And George was taking care of the rudder

We would swap when one of us would be tired

Night skies were beautiful

All of the stars were reflected from the sea

I could not tell what was the sky and what was the sea

It was very beautiful being at the sea

We had quite luck with storms

Not many had appeared thus far

It was rather unusual at these seas

The water was still

The more and more I thought about it I was right

It was too peaceful for the sea

Like we were in a lake of some sort

Frightening it was

I and George were really confused

„How can we not move?”

We both thought

Are we just paranoid again I asked

George did not respond

It was like he couldn’t

Like he is seeing something under the ship

Slowly and carefully I reached George

There it was

Mysterious being

A myth maybe

I cannot tell what it was

Maybe we are just too long on the open seas

Maybe we ate rotten apples

But there it was

Too real to be a truth

There were two glowing eyes

Looking at as from deep sea

Not doing anything

Just that

It was like they say

Looking into the dark pit

That was looking back

The feeling of uneasiness filled the air

I felt like anytime it will jump on us

Or show itself

Yet it did not do any of these

It was just looking at us

Coming from the deep sea

Unknown sea being?

I felt like I can’t talk or move

Just like George

Suddenly the eyes closed

And waves started to move with the ship

I fell on the floor because I couldn’t stand anymore

My legs were shaking from that terror

George just stood there

Still watching into the abyss that ocean is

Then he looked at me and said

„What was that thing?”

I remembered the old lady we saw

It had eyes just like hers

Big and glowy

Which were looking at our souls

From that day we sometimes saw that thing’s eyes in the distance

Sometimes we heard rhythmic sounds

Coming from below the ship

We could not run even if we wanted

There was nowhere to run

Wolf’s head

After a week or month

The storm visited us

It was moving recklessly with our ship

And sounds were coming from under the ship

The same sounds we would sometimes hear

When it was silent at the sea

I could not think straight

I wondered what is hiding under the ship

Was it friendly?

Was it hungry?

Are we pray?

Or are we hunters?

The rhythmic sounds were getting louder

and louder

It was only a rhythmic sound yet it was worse then screams

It sounded like drums of hell

Played by Satan himself

I and George would cover our ears

But it did not work

Those hellish sounds somehow

Put as to sleep

I do not recall what my dream was about

Nor did George

But when we woke up

The storm was gone

And all around was a thick mist

Hiding its secret

We could not tell the time

Our watches were screwing around

I noticed George was acting weird

He seemed different somehow

„George, you alright?” I asked

„yeah...” He quietly replied

He sat down on the floor

And was looking somewhere beyond

His eyes empty

And his skin cold

I knew what he was thinking about

All the things that happened so far

They were unreal and unpleasant at the same time

I set down right next to him

And started looking to the mist

It did not show me anything

It was just laughing at us

Because we were lost and we knew that

I looked at George

But He was gone

I did not hear him go

Neither stands up

„George?” Loudly I asked

But I heard no reply

I stood up

And the mist got thicker

Where did George go?

I asked myself

Scared of the unknown

That was below

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder

I turned around

I shouldn’t have done that

My body started shaking and sweating

It was George

Yet it wasn’t

It had his clothes

and body

Yet the head was that of a wolf

Looking at me with big glowing eyes

It showed me its fangs

And bit off my arm

I woke up and George was still sleeping

I realized I was just dreaming

Or was I?

My hand went missing

The blood covered the floor

And my screams of pain

went as an echo through the seas

It was a dream within a dream.

Passageway

I told George about my dream

He seemed surprised

As he had the same dream

I wondered

Was the unknown creature just a dream

Or was it as real as the wind that was blowing

We did not know

Not knowing what was real and what was a dream made us dizzy.

Suddenly our ship bumped to something

Was it that creature or just a whale?

We run outside and were stunned

By the weirdness before our eyes

What was before our eyes?

Monolith of some sorts

It was reaching the skies

And its blackness was darker than the black of the universe

Oh but it wasn’t just one

Many of them were scattered around

What was its meaning?

Hard to say

Hard to say if everything so far

Was even real

And if it had a meaning

I wish this would be just a dream

George took care of the rudder

And we started sailing between these things

How is it possible that none of this is on maps

Are we the first to sail this far?

Is this ancient?

Or is it not?

Is it alien?

Or is it made by us?

It reminded us of Stonehenge

But Stonehenge was placed in an order so it looked like a circle

This looks like chaos

Shattered randomly in the seas

One monolith was different than the others

It looked like a passageway to different sea

Unreal was a weak word for it

Where it leads to? We didn’t know

Yet we entered it

Maybe we thought its a passageway from this hell

Oh were we wrong

It was worse

Mist was everywhere

Blocking our sight

We did not see each other eyes

Mist was everywhere

We sailed for a quite long time

Ocean quite

Just like the days before

And before

In the mist, we saw a shape

A shape that looked like that of a human

We got closer and closer

It was not human what we found

It was a humanoid creature floating around

Seemed harmless but we did not know

I do not want to describe it

There are no words

Then we looked up

Many of them were floating around

Doing nothing

Looking

We tried ignoring them

Was not working

Was hard to describe

Was hard to tell

Was hard to say

Was hard to write

Was hard to talk

Was hard to breath

Was hard to look

Was hard to stand

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The image will never get out of my mind

Whispers

I was shaking in the second deck

In the corner holding my head

Tried to not think about the things

That happened so far

I could not tell

Is this just a dream?

No

This is a nightmare

Is God punishing us for going so far?

Are we not allowed to stray this far?

My head hurts when thinking about the things

that happened so far

Where is George at this time?

I don’t care

I just want to survive

This hellish adventure was too much for my eyes

I heard loud steps coming from above

Why is George still out there?

I thought

Is he dumb?

I got out of the corner

Silently approached the stairs

And slowly went above

Step by step

George looking to the skies

With red eyes

And blood coming from his tear ducts

His chin covered with blood

Looking at the Ꮆ̴̛̻̬̝̳̲͓͔̝͍̜̄̆山̷̡̱͇͈̲̤̫̠̞̲̺̙͔̲̿̓̈̌̈͛̉̐͝͝几̵̨̧̣̲̬̺͙͔͙̣̆̀͂͌̌́͑̔͑͘͠ㄖ̷̛̜̭̼̾̃̓̔͂̈̇̏̈́͘几̴̮̳͈̱̺͇̹̥́͌̌͌̔̎̽̉̈͘乃̷̨̡̙͚̱͗͑̈́̾̄̒́͝山̵̡̟͖̳̳͖͔̯̜̤̏͒̽̇̉͒̈͑̄̕̕ͅㄖ̷̹̩͂͂͊̊̔̃͌͜ͅ

It was standing

Hiding in the mist

Reaching the skies

I heard whispers

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That’s what it said

It was standing near the island

We reached it finally

I was standing

My feet in the sand

Waves pushing me forward

To this land

It was ẖ̶̨̢̯̜̠͓̺̬͔͓͎͙̀͝e̷̲͙̳̥͔̼̘̿̽͐̌̎̂̿͋̕͘r̴͔͔̘̥̖̫̍̑͘

Danu

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She whispered

Blood coming out of my ears

She whispered

She whispered

What did she whisper?

What?

I do not remember

George in the pain

I did not hear him

I saw him scream

With his mouth open wide

And Blood coming out of his eyes

I stood there

Looking

Looking

Looking

Blood on my hands

How did it get here?

Fell on the shore

Watching George

His body tore open

And ᴄ̴͇͂ʀ̷̲̪̜͓̝̖̥̫̊͆̌ᴇ̶̧̘̩̤͚͕̲̥̗̓̂͑̈́̈͘͜͜͝ᴀ̷̨̟̲͕͖̣̫͍͍̤̬͕̝̥̒͂̀̇͑́̐͑̕̕͝ᴛ̶̨̗̥̠̗̘͉̖̣̦̮͈̤͝ᴜ̴̪̦̱̽̽̀͒ʀ̶̛͕͒͊̄ᴇ̴̧͈̭̤͖̲͇̰̜̈̌̓̿̀̾̑̑͑̚͘͘͜ came out of him

It looked at me with big glowy ḙ̸͕͈͔̥͎͔͖̺͒͗̈́̀̉̽̿̅̔͝ỳ̷͉͕̦͓͕̖̟̫͓̱͆͒̂́̽͐͋̂͠͠e̵̞͗̋̉̚͠ş̸̛̲̞̹̺͖͙͕̙̔̽̏͂̏̀̇̐͂͒

For a while

It was all o̴̮̅̌̑̃́͌̔͋̀̕͘͝v̸̢̛̦̜̦̼̹̜͉͍̘̼̞̲̦̔e̸̢̨̨̛̼͖̠̹̘͎̙͖̘̼̮̬̓͛͑̒̌̑͊́̈͑̐̆͘ȓ̶͖̎̑̂̾̚͘

Last words:

If you got here I must say thank you. If you skipped to the last chapter because you didn’t enjoy it thank you. I am just glad you even gave it a read. It’s not great but it’s the first one I wrote and I wanted to post it here so somewhere in the future, I can remind myself where it all begun.