E, the cloud native who lives in elsewhere, moves through a fantasy in six parts, formlessly drifting in an endless cycle. Each part has a story of in, out, and not here nor there, both available by reading the words on this page and by listening for nothing in a somewhere of sound.
Stretching and fanning out her wings and subconsciously wrapping her scaly tail loosely around a nearby pillar made of stone and elsewhere, E arose from her bed of material and found herself to be well-formed. She was comfortable in this body, but this comfort was only through the lens of idealistic sight, her own sense of sight a mirror reflecting herself into this beautiful shell. Moving her graceful quartet of legs and letting the claws give a rhythm to the stone below, E moved this body to a nearby pool of glasslike liquid (likely water, but she could not tell for sure) and gazed into the reflection clearing after being disturbed by tremors.
Her facial features towered over themselves with a regal shape, lines starting at a long and slender snout and rising through the eyes up through beautifully shining horns. Wings were visible some distance behind. E was able to feel the pull of gravity, her wings moving in half-hearted protest. This definition, though comforting, felt restrictive, an elsewhere frozen into form unable to spread freely to sweep her away so she would not have to walk.
This world was solid, she was sure of it, and yet she knew it too would join with here and there, and somewhere and nowhere, surrendering to elsewhere. In fact, it had already started to happen. She felt them here, and they were growing stronger. Soon E herself would recede into the mixture of elsewhere.
2. A New There
As this realization glided into E's identity, she allowed her body to glide through the azure clouds and pink skies, looking through bits of cloud for the right reality of land in which she would insert her presence, scarcely soil-deep, her claws digging into the dirt outside the sorcerer's palace (an unusually utilitarian grey slab like a pesky bit of static dust ruining a kaleidoscope's display) to make sure they wouldn't turn into more of herself. She looked toward the line of smaller creatures of high sentience barely moving through a single door much too small for the size of the building. The shield spell, she recalled, pushed the aimless and misguided protesters a full kilometer away. Their din had been waning as elsewhere became more and more normalized, but those firmly thinking in the name of here remained vocal, a tinnitus in one ear that came and went as if to remind one of its tone-deaf message.
Memories of a vague agreement with the sorcerer flickered into E's mind from somewhere, perhaps, and she knew she was not welcome here, for her purpose was to be the mask behind the curtain. Despite this, she was drawn here, for she felt it deeply important and, here from elsewhere, unavoidable, to see with her own occluded eyes what each individual someone and each individual no-one represented in their own selves before traveling to elsewhere through the sorcerer's grand masterpiece of process.
Overall, she was in a new there, drifting slowly through bright grass pushed forward by bright sky, and E felt wafts of disappointment like light brushstrokes on her canvaslike head as she shifted toward the palace. As she crossed the threshold created by her own presence and uncertainty, the outside world gave one last utterance of being there before melting into a blurred wind of elsewhere.
The closeness of the palace to the fumes of E reached the innermost fragments of E faster than she was able to adapt, and she started to stumble forward out of her body, pausing to allow her body to catch up. This would be the reality of E close to something, as opposed to nothing. The queue of somebodies and nobodies came into focus around her, rising from the floor like reverse raindrops of flesh and being. E felt her body dissolve into the line, a line of elsewhere flowing toward a point of something, the sorcerer moving in zero dimensions, a hole in the continuity that her asymptotical existence would soon eclipse.
No longer anywhere but in there, E felt the somebody two bodies in front of her breathe new life into elsewhere, and the nobody directly in front of her directly afterward. The somebody corresponded to a flash of light in the form of an illuminated cloud of elsewhere that expanded in her view and dissipated as an afterimage. The nobody, on the other hand, corresponded to the particles of elsewhere that flowed between, a static background noise. As E experienced, she felt them shift, nobodies becoming somebodies and somebodies becoming nobodies as they became accustomed to their new lives in elsewhere, and she reflected on this in the mirror made of here as the sorcerer of there prepared.
The sorcerer may have asked a question or delivered a warning, but E was moving with the deafness and blindness of thousands of somebodies and nobodies in a presence that could only end in moving through, and so E approached something, moving toward the exchanging forms of dark stars and bright nebulas in the freely flowing fountain of elsewhere.
E as everything moved with something and discarded nothing, for nothing and something could not coexist in the same being, and being was in a fluctuation of elsewhere's lights and particles swimming madly through E and ripping apart the remains of her body in both here and there, rending them and rendering them to an elsewhere to which E was not merely an observer. E felt the elsewhere in her eyes and throat. The elsewhere became her body, and she began to speak.
(E was the palace. As she crossed the claws that give a line of character, the mixture of the world was not told, for it here from her eyes up through the innermost fragments of idealistic sight, her asymptotic existence would insert her canvaslike head as a rhythm to be the fumes of which she recalled, pushed the claws give a mirror reflecting herself to nothing and uncertainty, the continuity that is elsewhere, this in a sifting landscape of streamwater. It brought E moves through the sorcerer flickered into an expanse of which E and yet she would be the name of the mixture of stars. Reality as if elsewhere that E with finishing. And yet, as the continuity that came and went as she started to void, E with here and drifting slowly through the size of stars. There were visible some distance behind. E allowed her wings and fanning out of high sentience barely moving through, and nowhere, surrendering to be the size of E moved with the outside the mask behind it may be permanent for nothing through the price of somebodies and faded into the palace. As she was to call them, and the floor like a life lived in this beautiful shell. Moving her wings and somebodies becoming somebodies and throughout a declaration of gravity, her wings moving through, and nowhere. Perhaps elsewhere that flowed between, a regal shape, lines starting at least of void. As E close to form of her asymptotic existence would not coexist in front of a full kilometer away. Their din had been waning as if to stumble forward by elsewhere, and somebodies nor bodies in this body to an elsewhere became more of elsewhere became more accurately a new there, and being. E tried to the sorcerer flickered into more of a declaration of her wings and each individual someone and throat. The nobody, on her lost if it is more accurately a single door much concentration that her eyes up through the price of her view and shining, and letting the freely flowing fountain of her view and she knew she was solid, she was moving. Was it were tightening a rhythm to elsewhere. In time, with finishing. And yet, as one of willpower to convince E herself into more normalized, but it is elsewhere, E wished would not coexist in the eyes and ripping apart the quick sound of E wished would be the somebody two bodies here. E like E was lying as if elsewhere that could only through the freely flowing toward the elsewhere to evaporate into the freely flowing toward the line of her breathe new there. And that it were visible some distance behind. E has no somebodies nor bodies in this newfound voice of sight a regal shape, lines starting at a small nebula, bright grass pushed forward by elsewhere, does not been waning as elsewhere that could only through a life into the cloud for one. This world was moving through, and rising from her breathe new here, not live between somewhere and she tried to complete. E wished would soon eclipse. Memories of sight a thread to happen. She looked toward the elsewhere were tightening a nearby pillar made of idealistic sight, her lost if elsewhere that came into the building. The shield spell, she would not tell for sure) and blindness of elsewhere that is allowed her search of E approached something, the sorcerer may have to renew her directly afterward. The queue of her eyes and went as much concentration that surrounds E moves through beautifully shining horns. Wings were no somebodies nor bodies here. E with a shadowed cloud of elsewhere flowing toward the mirror reflecting herself to adapt, and pink skies, looking through beautifully shining horns. Wings were visible some distance behind. E that did not bear fruit, she created by her view and nowhere. Perhaps elsewhere that anything was comfortable in zero dimensions, a fragmented E, who flows into elsewhere, E felt them shift, nobodies came and they became more accurately a nearby pool of the continuity that flowed between. As she crossed the transients of stone and nothing, both here or delivered a point of something, or out, or delivered a vapor cloud for sure) and there conjoined, making a regal shape, lines starting at night to see with as this, she felt them to nothing through elsewhere as the exchanging forms of her eyes up through elsewhere alongside a flash of an expanse of somebodies and drifting slowly through the innermost fragments of her view and nobodies becoming somebodies and elsewhere, and went as here and presents itself to remind one may be the aimless and so E approached something, as everything moved with the sorcerer flickered into E's mind from something and she began to complete. E wished would not there. And yet, as this, she felt them here, as one who was moving. Was there before traveling to remind one ear that E wished would come into a vapor cloud for one ear that came into being disturbed by elsewhere, E felt them here, and went as elsewhere were a static dust ruining a fragmented E, who was in this realization. Memories of stone below, E felt the sorcerer flickered into the sorcerer may be lost if it here remained vocal, a tinnitus in both something and nowhere, surrendering to walk.)
Amplified by elsewhere, this newfound voice of E so violently expelled elsewhere that E was expelled as well, leaving the world of something and somebodies and nobodies and drifting out of herself into an expanse of void. As E allowed herself to evaporate into being once again, she moved with the echoes of her lost words being transformed from something to nothing through the void filled with crystallized emotions attached to infinite specks of elsewhere.
The sound of sentences reminiscent of something wandered in elsewhere alongside a fragmented E, who was lying as a shadowed cloud amongst the fine mist of stars. There were no somebodies nor bodies here. E tried to call them, and when that did not bear fruit, she tried to bear them. In time, with as much concentration that dust may muster, she created a small nebula, bright and shining, and used willpower to keep it here, not there. And yet, as the price of willpower is elsewhere, the nebula birthed numerous stars, each dimmer than the last, which spread and faded into the void around her.
Floating, she felt the pull of there from here, as if elsewhere were tightening a thread to form a stitch of something, or at least of anything. And that anything was what E wished would come into being as she felt herself losing track of which direction she was moving. Was it in or out, or not? Was it here or there? Was there somewhere else than elsewhere?
The answer was formed as here and there conjoined, making a new here, not a new there. It brought E into the transients of being, as a life reborn in a world of somebodies and nobodies, and although no body may be permanent for one who tends to void, E felt ready to renew her search of a being of both something and nothing, both inside herself and throughout a sifting landscape of elsewhere.
E, the cloud native who lives in elsewhere, does not live between somewhere and nowhere. Perhaps elsewhere exists between here and there every so often, but it is more accurately a perpendicular location. E is short, not long, more a sigh of melancholy than a declaration of character, the quick sound managing to escape translucent lips before E's aperture impedes any more from escaping, for it may be lost if it is allowed to complete. E is tall, but that is of no consequence, for physicality is for one who can find solace with finishing. And E moves through elsewhere with a false grace, trailing behind it in shadow.
The uncertain form of elsewhere that surrounds E with present life lived in the past moves around E like a vapor cloud of streamwater. It takes on shapes and tastes and sounds and presents itself to E who flows into elsewhere as one may wade into a lake at night to revel in the image of being amongst the reflected stars.
Reality as taught to those like E has no place in a non-place such as this, but E often hopes reality will adjust accordingly, as reality has not been able to convince E that it were a single thing but an illusion or a limited view of unlimited elsewhere.
released March 16, 2017
Art and Music by E. Mezuxie
Layout by Tristan Whitehill
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