3 Finding something?

What happens to a concept when it is lost on someone? Does it still exist or was it existence bound toward the individual's perception. What about the surrounding darkness, is such a thing bound to the same concepts or is it different?

The dark world slowly but surely shifted, the emerald eyes able to distinguish the faintest of differences in the darkness. Whatever remained in this pitch black darkness finally came ever so slightly in his altered sight. There was something else but faint distant shapes always out of reach.

Before the wanderer stands a rocklike shape that doesn't even reach his hips. Completely black as the all-consuming darkness also envelops this rocklike shape. The wanderer stands before it and reaches toward the rock. He reaches with his right "arm", a mess even thinner than a twig with a almost no human flesh. Something that cannot be distinguished by sight in this place but by feeling. The weak remaining muscle tissues reach out to the rock, a wet feeling welcoming the hand.

His breathing becomes heavier, more outdrawn, even the feeling of some unknown liquid an overwhelming experience. He continues to move his hand across the rock, a particularly sharp piece in the middle drawing his attention. The rocklike shape seemed to have been carved in some way or the other, the liquid on the rock stemming from that sharpened part.

the wandering abomination leans closer as the only humane part of himself remaining stares at the rock. Constantly he finds his "hand" touching the sharpened piece. In this nothingness, in this place that took "it" all.

'Would I feel something?' He finds himself thinking of another sentence for the first time in who knows how long. Now no longer instinctually but calculated he moves both of the abominations called "hands" closer to the rock. Rubbing and hitting them against it with the remaining willpower he has. In desperate need of any sensation even if it is pain or anguish. His breathing becomes even heavier as the long-forgotten desperation kick in. Blood is drawn from the remaining flesh and muscle as the sensation he sought comes forth. The feeling of having cut himself serves as an ecstasy in this barren world. His heart finally beats wildly again, A smile on his face before he slams against the ground, his eyes finally closing.

He now stood somewhere else, in a purple miasma between the stars. Planets are distant and near surrounded by distant lights and floating rock. He simply floats an unfamiliar feeling engulfing his body as he looks at himself. His body is a see-through light violet instead of a human body made of flesh, yet more grown or at least what he imagined he would have looked like in the future. However, this does not grab his attention for long, as he sees other figures just like him floating in this space. Becoming more see-through every second before they disappear. Between them, other creatures float or willfully navigate themselves using things beyond the confused broken man's knowledge. One of these differing creatures slowly turns and makes eye contact with the emerald eyes.

The monstrous creature "looked" with its "eyes" or rather deeper violet light that glowed fiercely as soon as he saw the long-lost wanderer. Immediately the body of the creature flew towards him. It was impossible to distinguish anything humanoid in the creature. It has the wings of a butterfly and a wide body made out of a material that a first glance seemed to resemble a machinery stemming from flesh, stone and metal.

It stops before him, the light so bright it nearly blinds the young adult.

"K..." It tries to speak before something larger than the distant planets and swifter than his vision flies toward the creature before him. Even with its enormous length, the speed was so incredible that it was hard to make anything out. Only the sound of the bite itself is able to detail the unfortunate fate of the smaller monstrous creature.

The only thing the wondering boy was able to make out was the scaly skin that leaked the same violet color as if it was the large creature's blood or a poison flowing out of a wound. The emerald eyes shake at these otherworldly events and otherworldly creature playing out right before his eyes.

Fear...Anger....Joy...Sadness... Disgust... Surprise.

"..."

"It's all returning." He manages to mutter, the young adult's voice nearly unfamiliar as it sounds more mature but more familiar than it did in the dark. His eyes widen even more as the other senses such as touch and taste and even smell seem to return in some shape or form. His ethereal looking form switching and becoming a deeper violet shade instead of see-through. His senses becoming sharper and sharper as the violet become a darker shade of violet. The senses now even surpassing from what he remembers them being before. He closes his emerald eyes unable to handle these returning sensations.

The closed eyes show another familiar sight, darkness. Out of sheer panic the young adult reopens his eyes trying to ignore the ever-growing violet color that his body has become. He looks upward for just a second until that same massive beast from before approaches. In one bite grabbing the young adult and swallowing, sight turning entirely dark again.