The October Music: Fourth Verse - Day 7

Spectrum

            Light approaches you. The prism awaits. Looming large and glittering like a star in the night sky. Flashes of color from behind. Steady yourself. Steady. It is so large. So terribly large. Bigger than anything you could have imagined. But stay steady.

            You were prepped. Given as much information as you could handle, though it surely was not enough. You cannot prepare for what you do not comprehend, of course. You are a subject, a test, an experiment. You volunteered. In a way. It was you or someone else and that someone else was too important. They gave you a choice, but some choices are no choices at all. That is why you are here, strapped into a machine full of dials and gauges and levers and buttons and flashing things you don’t recognize.

            The radio crackled and asked if you’re ready. You could have been honest and said no. It wouldn’t have mattered if you did, so you croaked out an affirmation and steadied yourself. You felt a lurch as something happened outside and then the front window slid open and you were somewhere Other than where you started. It would have been fascinating had you been a scientist.

            So now you are here, facing down this massive thing you can barely understand. Why? What will this do? Isn’t that solid stone? Why are you accelerating? Words come through a tinny speaker but they fall on deaf ears. Your heart is thrumming and your breath is shallow. Fear. You recognize a countdown as something below and above you begins to throb. Light flashes past the window and now you’re hurtling toward the prism at speeds you didn’t know were possible. This will kill you. You are sure of it. You close your eyes and wait for the inevitable.

            It does not come. Instead, you crash headlong into the prism and then the world bends around you. You open your eyes in surprise and find that everything has torn apart. All around you is green. Bright, brilliant, emerald green. What? You turn your head to the left and see yourself sitting there, engulfed in blue. Further down the line, you see yourself in indigo and then yourself in violet. For all those colors, the yous sit in the essence of those colors. To your right, there is a you in yellow, in orange, in red. It makes no sense and yet makes all the sense in the world.

            You are flying now, charging forward into the green. The lines defining the world grow fainter and fainter and you feel like you are fading away.

            There is a grinding noise. Something is wrong. Something around you. The green is shifting. The colors for the other yous are shifting. You meet eyes with yourself and see your same concern reflected back at you. The radio pours static and something cracks. Breaks. Shudders. The colors merge in front of you and crash into shards. You approach and resign yourself.
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            And all becomes black.