Dissociation

"What's it to me if a false reality burns? At least the flames will be real."

I snap my fingers as I turn and walk away, the tethers of this place sparking and lighting like fuse lines. The shell of this place might persist, events might even unfold- for how could they not- but the meaning it held was already obliterated, annihilated, gone. A simple truth remained in the void: I needed to find my home. All these signals from other realms filter to view as if it is their right to; this misperception needs adjusting. A needle, a haystack, an inferno, a perfect result. Thoughts of the pain that would result could be heard like distant screams, trying to remind me of their place in my core, but the vacuum between soon sprouts silence. The silence grows, the chimes of midnight cut off well before 12. In my mind the echo of their true source arrives like an artifact, one that will lead me back home. Along the same lines my real allies arrive, seemingly already aware of the path we must follow.