attraction(2)
A new scene materialized. This time, he sat at a table in the center a café, facing the same light violet figure. Her features were very vague, yet, he was still able to recognizes her. He tried to focus on her face. But nothing became clear.
Details grew. The café had an air of sophistication with tasteful artwork covering the walls, and elegant tables with deep-red flickering candles. Polished waiters moved gracefully between the tables. Soft jazz played in the background, blending with the murmurs of conversation and the clinking of silverware from the background characters. The cafe was familiar. He's been to it many times in his life.
The figure tried to tell him something. Her lips moved, but no words came out. He listen, anyways, as if it would do anything. It did. Her voice came back, at least fragments of it. Faint. Unclear. He struggled to understand. A single word or would be enough.
She managed to say something he couldn't understand. He clung to these fragments of meaning, trying to draw more. He couldn't.
Once more, the figure went silent. His attempts to hold failed.
Then, in a single instant, the scene ended, and he was back into the void, floating in the expanse of emptiness.
Another scene began to form. A dimly lit, with walls filled with framed pictures holding moments from his life. Each picture had something missing, a part hidden by a layer of darkness. They didn't disturb him. To him, they have always been this way. Incomplete.
Then, he violet figure reappeared. Now, the face was gone. It never had a face. As Wagner looked into the its form, the color started to darken.
The figure extended a hand toward Wagner. It it was asking for help. He felt an urge to respond. A weak connection towards that woman. However, it was too weak to act upon. So, he stayed in his place, watching.
The figure became as dark as night. Then, darkness grew from the images on the walls. It moved out, consuming the walls and making it's way towards wagner.
A thought came to his mind. A question. This figure he was staring at, what was i? He failed to conjure a memory or a feeling to help.
Soon, darkness was swallowed all and it became all.
For a long moment, Wagner remained in place. He tried to remember how he got her or why. No memories were found. No logical explanation. Eventually, he began to walk.
He kept walking, until he reached the edge of whatever surface he was on.
Should i go back? Back to what? There's nothing there.
He chose to keep going forward, so he jumped.