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Current Date: August 8, 2057
Character: Zevian Wölfisch
Race: Anthro – Wolf
Age: 91, physically about 28
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
Blindness has been mine from the get-go. All there ever has been for me has been the darkness that was mine from birth. I’m sure that if my parents or anyone else had ever mentioned that this was not the norm, I wouldn’t have known. I would have focused more closely on the fact that my skin burns when in contact with anyone’s touch who isn’t hers.
As is, I don’t focus much on the blindness. We both keep the house in pristine order, and I know its layout by heart. We’ve changed it once and while it took me a few months to locate things after they had changed, I don’t think I can truly complain. It was a nice change and one that I’m sure we were long overdue.
So, when I woke up this morning with light pressing against my eyelids, I might, or might not, have freaked out a little. Not in any way that might have caused issues though I’m sure that my waking up with a start and my slightly clammy hand reaching for hers was enough to startle her awake. I know the dark. I’d like to say that I am more than just close friends with darkness. She is my oldest friend and will always be.
So, the presence of light against my eyelids and a dancing spotlight in front of my eyes, once I had gathered the courage to open them, was not something I was ready for, and I still don’t know what happened. My brain barely registered that I woke up from something of a nightmare and, even as mild panic set in from this strange presence, I feel as though I heard words whispered in my ear.
Words in a low, raspy tone that stated that the nightmare was never going to be over.
I’ve had nightmares before. They come with sound and, at times, sensation. They wake me up with a start but leave no lasting effects as I pull myself into the awareness of the day.
Despite the heat of the day, I covered up and called in a once-over. I might have once not bothered but I’ve learned to not take anything that relates to my health lightly. I’m just glad that new breathable materials have been found and made for clothing because covering up from head to toe to avoid touch so that my skin would not burn is not fun to do in the heat of summer.
It was disorienting, this light. Where all of my life there was nothing more than darkness with no hint of light at all, I now felt as though I had bright spotlights pointed right into my eyes. For all I knew, this could have been a very low light that would not have bothered anyone else, but it was more than I’d ever had.
Once at the clinic, they ran the necessary test, found nothing out of the ordinary and simply asked me to keep track of things but that they felt that this spotlight that I saw—so strange to think of it this way—would fade.
It did. It only took about half of the day. Over the course of that very day, the light seemed to fade little by little and with them, the memory of whatever the words that were spoken to me might have meant. I still faintly remember the words, I recorded them into the system for safe keeping, just in case, but they don’t mean much since I have no recollection of what the nightmare might have been about.
I don’t even really recall what the voice might have truly been like, other than low and raspy. It could have been male, female, or anything in-between and I wouldn’t really know any better.
In a way, this is for the best. I don’t need someone trying to prophesize some nightmare world to me. Not when this had already happened once in this lifetime. I refuse to even allow the thought that it might come a second time. I know it won’t, we are safe and protected here in ways we weren’t before, not quite, and that is all there is to this.
I spent the rest of my day settled back into my usual darkness and now, as we settle for bed, it is almost as though nothing had even happened at all. I can’t complain about that fact. My visit is noted in my files, we’ve updated them as to the progression of my resettling darkness and there are no other signs that anything has happened at all. I know that we will be keeping an eye on things but I’m not truly worried at this point.