The solid plain beneath Wagner's feet disappeared. He felt himself falling through empty space. Soon, he landed on his back on something soft.
As he lay on that surface, the room materialized around him. Piece by piece, fragments came together. Above him, six soft lights came into existence. Or was it eight? No, six.
The first thing to form was the bed he lay on. Then, A luminous figure, seated on a chair beside him. It was his mother(again). Now her face was even more vague, yet he still recognized her.
His mother began to sing a familiar lullaby. A melody that made him feel the safety and comfort of his childhood. As she kept singing the scene around him grew more detailed. New items materialized with each verse of the song.
The walls of the room began to solidify. Holes glitched, appearing and disappearing rapidly. Soon, the room was complete. It was his childhood bedroom at his parents house.
In one corner, a sleek gaming desk stood with a DXRacer Neo 3 gaming chair. On it, sat three monitors and two mechanical keyboards—no, just one—and, a blue mouse pad—no, it was red.
Opposite the gaming area, a bookshelf hung, lined with ancient books and vintage volumes. The scent of sandalwood filled the air, a scent he hadn't smelled in years. Then he smelled flower. Weird, his room never smelled like flowers. Sandalwood came back again.
In the center of the room, was a table surrounded by four chairs. Next to it, a smaller space hinted at a potential work area or gathering spot. (I don't care which one)
As the final pieces of the room took their place, Wagner's mother continued to sing. He felt safe and relaxed. He felt the warmth of the melody. His worries melted away with each soothing note. But then, her voice began to change. With each second it got less familiar. Less recognisable.
He turned to her, to find her features melting away. parts of her face blurred and warped. they became unrecognizable. Her eyes, nose, and freckles, now became vague, barely visible. The only trace of clarity remained in her moving lips, still forming the words of the lullaby.
As her voice faded, the room started to disintegrate. One by one, books vanished from the shelves, monitors blinked out of existence, and chairs evaporated into thin air. Most of the room had vanished into the void, but she remained, a lone figure in the midst of chaos.
Then, some of her words began to lose clarity. Some words reached his ears. Others didn't. Lost to the void, you can say. At once, it became silence. Only the motion of her lips remained.
Did she even have a voice? was she mute all along?
Finally, as she finished her song, she had no mouth. The room dissolved entirely. The bed vanished. And Wagner began falling into darkness again, away from his mother's light.