The plot has not been developed yet. I just wanted to describe the creation of the protagonist, a sort of picturesque novel. People here claimed it was boring as there was nothing but descriptions, but this is what I wanted to make. The decision to begin the novel with the discovery of his new body was something I could not compromised on. So please critique it as an imaginative world.
Chapter One - Reborn
I had been completed; the cells in my limbs had joined together, clinging along the phalanges up my cranium. The veins climbed up the skeleton, like a stand-alone strand that came down the middle and other threads braided around it. They branched off the arms and ran all the way down to my thumbs. I stretched them out, feeling the blood flowing through my veins as it washed the dust away like an old book. The skin, my unctuous skin, had been revitalized, woven into microscopic pores across my skeleton and wrinkled at the elbow crooks as I bent my arms. It had puckered up around the wounds though I didn't remember having them.
It was like discovering my body anew. Any movement caught me off guard when I felt the soft texture of my skin running over the bones underneath, tickling me that I couldn't help chuckling. It was remarkable, why couldn't I feel it in my previous bodies? Was it a special one? Or I could feel it but being so accustomed to it that it felt weird now? No, it was impossible, even my subconscious confirmed it, but if it was me now. Where had I been?
The thin folded skin of my upper eyelid wrinkled up as if glue was smeared along the lower one. I struggled to open them away from each other. Suddenly, I had flipped up the lashes, and a source of sunlight penetrated through the cornea. But it was different this time, worse; it went all black and white, the unknown peeled the color off the outer space psychologically that it was just a monochrome now. Pieces of furniture spun around me, they moved so fast, they blurred like storm in a chaos of abstraction. Cracks broke through the surface as enormous lumps began to sprout out of it. The objects in the environment were being assimilated into my brain when the eye focused another image and got the required information: location, places, population. The amount was not important; I was just looking for existence, any sign of life. The faded colors splashed across the background as I blinked, crashing as waves against my new shell when the foam percolated down through the fissures in it, and painting the entire atmosphere.
My legs were like two trunks, solid as iron, slender as a deer's leg, embedded into the ground as the roots grew deeper beneath it, crawling like snakes on their abdomens and mounting on each others' spines as they spread across the autumnal leaves. I tried to lift them up off it, but I couldn't feel my phalanges clenching down into the sand as if they were amputated, magnetized to the ground that I had to shuffle my feet.
I was moving. My calves were stretched and lunged ahead, step after step as I balanced myself on the right foot and swung the left leg forward, heel to toe, heel to toe. I was marching robotically through the meadow, losing the gravity as the weight of my new body destabilized the steadiness when the left foot was off the ground. Somehow I managed to head myself forward as a fledgling that had just learned to fly, flapping the wings together as the feathers jutted out and assembled tightly closed to each other to force the air to flow around them and protruded up into it, thrust and lift, thrust and lift. After a few minutes I was gliding through the empty space like an eagle, fast as a spear spinning in the air as if I had been flying for an eternity, counteracting the gravity.
I ran a finger across my facial features as it fumbled a mysterious bone poking out in the center, flaking off the skin. I touched it, breathing in and out as a fresh air circulated through the two cavities beneath it. I plugged one up to examine it and realized it was harder to breathe now like someone wrapped his hands around my throat. I choked,it must be the aerial system, but why should I have it? An arrowhead stood out a half way against the sable color of my face.
Chapter One - Reborn
I had been completed; the cells in my limbs had joined together, clinging along the phalanges up my cranium. The veins climbed up the skeleton, like a stand-alone strand that came down the middle and other threads braided around it. They branched off the arms and ran all the way down to my thumbs. I stretched them out, feeling the blood flowing through my veins as it washed the dust away like an old book. The skin, my unctuous skin, had been revitalized, woven into microscopic pores across my skeleton and wrinkled at the elbow crooks as I bent my arms. It had puckered up around the wounds though I didn't remember having them.
It was like discovering my body anew. Any movement caught me off guard when I felt the soft texture of my skin running over the bones underneath, tickling me that I couldn't help chuckling. It was remarkable, why couldn't I feel it in my previous bodies? Was it a special one? Or I could feel it but being so accustomed to it that it felt weird now? No, it was impossible, even my subconscious confirmed it, but if it was me now. Where had I been?
The thin folded skin of my upper eyelid wrinkled up as if glue was smeared along the lower one. I struggled to open them away from each other. Suddenly, I had flipped up the lashes, and a source of sunlight penetrated through the cornea. But it was different this time, worse; it went all black and white, the unknown peeled the color off the outer space psychologically that it was just a monochrome now. Pieces of furniture spun around me, they moved so fast, they blurred like storm in a chaos of abstraction. Cracks broke through the surface as enormous lumps began to sprout out of it. The objects in the environment were being assimilated into my brain when the eye focused another image and got the required information: location, places, population. The amount was not important; I was just looking for existence, any sign of life. The faded colors splashed across the background as I blinked, crashing as waves against my new shell when the foam percolated down through the fissures in it, and painting the entire atmosphere.
My legs were like two trunks, solid as iron, slender as a deer's leg, embedded into the ground as the roots grew deeper beneath it, crawling like snakes on their abdomens and mounting on each others' spines as they spread across the autumnal leaves. I tried to lift them up off it, but I couldn't feel my phalanges clenching down into the sand as if they were amputated, magnetized to the ground that I had to shuffle my feet.
I was moving. My calves were stretched and lunged ahead, step after step as I balanced myself on the right foot and swung the left leg forward, heel to toe, heel to toe. I was marching robotically through the meadow, losing the gravity as the weight of my new body destabilized the steadiness when the left foot was off the ground. Somehow I managed to head myself forward as a fledgling that had just learned to fly, flapping the wings together as the feathers jutted out and assembled tightly closed to each other to force the air to flow around them and protruded up into it, thrust and lift, thrust and lift. After a few minutes I was gliding through the empty space like an eagle, fast as a spear spinning in the air as if I had been flying for an eternity, counteracting the gravity.
I ran a finger across my facial features as it fumbled a mysterious bone poking out in the center, flaking off the skin. I touched it, breathing in and out as a fresh air circulated through the two cavities beneath it. I plugged one up to examine it and realized it was harder to breathe now like someone wrapped his hands around my throat. I choked,it must be the aerial system, but why should I have it? An arrowhead stood out a half way against the sable color of my face.