Redrift

Varcel Denion. The type of earthling who would point at a blank wall, laugh, all while having a full conversation with what looked to be nothing. Nothing? Sure, but in Varcel's eyes, there was a wise sage offering knowledge like nobody before. To him, from his reality, he was a seasoned cultivator who had lived for millions of years. His hallucinations were almost never this bright, though. Unknown beings who'd he never met would roam his vicinity, peering through windows, staring through a crevice. A closet, a door, anywhere. The list of such encounters seemed completely, utterly endless. Like many things, this was his constant existence. Eternal Anguish. Another thing he hates? His delusions.... Clawing at his very subconscious, he could not trust himself, much like his own reality. Forever, he was trapped in a never-ending cycle of questions. "What's my purpose?" "Searching for a purpose." He saw many things. Monsters like you've never seen, voices like you've never heard... This is who Varcel was on Earth... an OCD fanatic turned schizophrenic. In the serene ambiance of Yale University's campus, Varcel met his demise with a bullet piercing his forehead. Falling, he had died under that starlit sky... Other than having a bit of a higher "third eye," he was... Strangely inviting of death with a large smile adorning his face, that was... also faceplanted in blood, distant... and hopelessness. As his "final..." breaths escaped him, only one thought prevailed: 'I cannot die.' Lucky for our gloomy protagonist, with his shining will, he had reincarnated into a magical fantasy world where magic and swords reign over technology. As for its name, it lies in dark obscurity. As Varcel wandered through this unfamiliar world, he suddenly grasped a thrilling truth: he still inhabited his earthly form, with his familiar features unchanged. Yet, he couldn't be on Earth; he had already passed away there. This realization sparked within him the notion of transitioning into another reality, where magic could be more than just a fantasy. That thought turned out to be somewhat correct. More importantly... A shocking miracle was revealed. Varcel wasn't schizophrenic anymore. Rivers of tears flooded the grasses. This is the mystical story of a being who was not suited for his initial world, and now, ventures into the realms where anything is possible. He was a... Man turned metaphorical alien.