SHIV: SHADOWS & CHAOS
In the hidden recesses of Trevor's mind, a relentless storm of darkness raged. Shiv, his chaotic alter ego, existed as an entity cloaked in perpetual darkness. He lingered in an constant state of unknowing, in a realm untouched by the light of consciousness, where time held no meaning. The very essence of his being was shrouded in obsidian shadows that seemed to stretch into infinity.
He was an eternal prisoner of night.
In the suffocating darkness that enveloped Shiv's subconscious realm, the shadows took on an ominous life of their own. As he moved through the shadows, they danced around him like malevolent spirits, twisting and mocking his every step. The whispers of the darkness formed a symphony of derision, an unsettling cacophony that seeped into Shiv's very core. They seemed to possess a cruel sentience, feeding off his frustration and desperation.
In this surreal landscape, the shadows became instruments of torment. They took on distorted shapes that resembled the faces of those who Shiv had killed or hurt in the waking world. They reached out like ghostly hands, clawing at Shiv with unseen fingers that left trails of intangible pain. Each touch carried the weight of suppressed rage, an embodiment of the chaos that Shiv longed to unleash upon the world.
And the shadows didn’t stop there. They dug deeper into Shiv's psyche, exploiting the vulnerabilities of his unfulfilled desires. They painted vivid scenes of the chaos he could unleash, only to snatch them away in a cruel twist of illusion.
Shiv couldn't grasp the reason for the invisible chains that bound him, he only sensed an irresistible pull towards a world beyond this realm. He prowled the midnight corridors like a caged beast hungry for freedom and echoes of his rage reverberated through the void.
Shiv's awareness floated in the void, detached from the tangible reality of the waking world. In this realm, his consciousness was neither solid nor ephemeral; it was a mere wisp, an embodiment of his own chaotic force. And it hungered for chaos, for the thrill of destruction, and the unrestrained freedom to kill. Every moment of this constrained existence was a taunt, an imprisonment that fuelled his burning desire to break free.
That desire had increased recently when a strange labyrinth of dreams had invaded his senses. He’d seen another him, another version of him. And in this version, he felt ‘goodness’, the warmth of companionship and experienced the calming touch of friendship. And it was free!
Shiv raged. He was convinced that he was being confined in this cosmic void by this other being. The shadows began to writhe and twist with a newfound energy. They whispered tales of a world unknown. It was tantalizing and maddening. The chaotic force within Shiv, fuelled by frustration and an unrelenting desire for freedom, burst free from the chains of eternal night. It instinctively slithered and snaked towards the boundaries between consciousness and the subconscious were at their most fragile. And then, with a surge of malevolent energy, that chaos pulsed through the shadows, distorting the very fabric of Trevor's internal reality.
In a sudden, disorienting twist, Trevor found himself standing at the edge of an abyss, surrounded by the same oppressive darkness that had confined Shiv for so long. Trevor, bewildered and disoriented, felt the weight of the shadows pressing in on him. The very essence of his being seemed to unravel as he became ensnared in the suffocating absence of light.
Meanwhile, Shiv, having seized control of the external world, revelled in the newfound freedom. The chaos that he had yearned for surged through his being, a tempest of unrestrained energy unleashed upon the unsuspecting reality. His laughter echoed through the corridors of Trevor's mind as he marvelled at the havoc he could wreak. And yet even as he ‘woke’ he found himself ensnared in the arms of a human barbarian:- Byron, The Korvosan Bear! And no matter what he tried to do, he couldn’t escape. He was trapped once again!
As chaos unfolded in the waking world, Trevor's consciousness remained ensnared in the prison that Shiv had once called home. The eternal night that had tormented Shiv now held Trevor captive, a pawn in the unpredictable game of shadows and chaos….
