Awake

Wherever am I? Whoever am I? I see only gloom; the atmosphere feels sharp against my skin, but I think something is shielding me. I'm terrified, but something is putting me at leisure. I hear a sound.

"Delta, oh Delta, have you awaken?"

The voice made me feel agitated as if something expelled a million miniature icicles into my blood, and it started to freezing, Delta? Is that my title? A peculiar name it is indeed.

"Hello? I'm conscious, but I feel as if I am asleep." I called

There was no response, but the freeze seemed to grow more significant. I smell an impure odor-the scent of blood.

I could feel sunrise on my hide, but I still saw blackness. It started to burn as if I was on fire as if claws gashed at my surface. I let out an outcry, and all I heard was an eerie echo.

All of a sudden, I couldn't feel anything. I still could only see darkness. It felt numbed

Until everything hit me at once, my skin was freezing, but I had some shelter against the chill. I could smell Gore again, and I detected the breeze against my heeds. I saw a luminous shine. Then I could undoubtedly view everything.

There was snowfall everywhere my eyes could see. In front of me was a peculiar crystalline figure with eyes that reminded me of the eternal twilight; I was almost stuck in. It seemed to shift continually between different forms. "Welcome, Delta. The cosmos are yours to explore."

I tried to speak, but a loud shriek suffocated my cries as the figure vanished.

Whatever even was I? I observed my body. I had long legs with talons at the end, and feathers blanketed my form. I scanned the expanse for some frost. When I eventually found some, I ran over. I had slashes all across my body. I had a long neck, and white feathers and the shade of starless nightfall tipped my crest and wings. I was a Crane.

It feels peculiar. Somehow I sense I don't reside in this form, as if I dwell somewhere else. But yet, I can't seem to identify any history, anything that I could ever be. An impulse in me already tells me how to fly, as if I've existed like this my entire consciousness, and it's telling me to leave this glacial wasteland.

I lifted my wings and flew to the livid azure, with the song of my conciseness conducting me out of this polar atmosphere I've arisen in.