Awaken in a Different Dimension (Remastered)

by Xehanort

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released March 14, 2014

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Track Name: Entry I: The Unknown
The sun is blinding, as if it were my first sight. I am no newborn, yet perhaps to this world... Where am I? The air is still and dry and I feel so far from home. How did I arrive here? What am I supposed to do?... Who am I?
The sun is bleeding. Its oppression falls as acid rain from the heavens above.
The pounding inside my head grows in harmony with the massive footsteps in the distance... Inside this cage of canyons--in the arid heat of another world, the Colossus approaches.
Track Name: Entry II: The Colossus
Now clouding my thoughts, it quakes the soil. This mechanism obstructs the sun... each step inciting the agony of one thousand shrill sirens, puncturing my brain like needles. This is not my world... This is not my home, for this demon does not exist whence I came.
It moves in lethargic strides; a vast extortion, turning structures to naught as the throbbing within my brain grows ever more violent. Harrowing: is the pulse that does thicken and rupture. To sleep: I venture as my face abrades the abature.
In sleep, I find abeyance.
Though, it is short lived. The illusion of home is stripped from me.

I face the colossus. I endure its wrath and yet, feel hope. It crushes my life, with blood emerging from every orifice, though breath yet remains. It hides from me its eyes. Its soul.. the only flaw in its design. Behind sockets of rock, they rest. I claw at them until the cog is revealed and from the monster, I take it.
Track Name: Entry III: Wyvern
Leveled land is left withering away in the distance... the calamity of a rampant beast, now a stigma on the face of this alien world. It is behind me--ahead, an expanse of mountains and a quickly coagulating fog.
Howling amongst skyscrapers of elements...
Visibility diminishing, the temperature plummets. Discordant in contrast to the barren wasteland before, the path to this mountain's summit is a cold one...
Thus I advance into the dense cloud, within the abyss between the mountain's peaks... I arrive at a cave, from whence a putrid stench creeps.
Rancorous eyes peer from within.. Snarling, it advances into the light.
With a plume of fire from its mouth, the fog clears--exposing charred rock and accumulated hoards of bones... from whence, flesh was dissolved by expectorated acid discharge.
Howling between skyscrapers of elements... The Wyvern lunges forth, wings abroad.
Piercing, its shrill cry. Stalking incessantly, its enfeebled prey... all the way to a cavity in this city of rock.

(Its foundation is weak... The Wyvern struggles to progress as the tunnel narrows. It becomes caged inside while I escape the narrow passage and continue forth...)
Track Name: Entry IV: Atronachs
Haze from the Wyvern's mountain recedes as I reach its substratum--the end of this trail onto the start of the next. The sun, writhing across the horizon, leaves its wake in shades of red and gold--a vast expanse, enveloping the sky above.
A portal appears. Pillars of blackened ore erected, streams of charged particles course back and forth. Betwixt the columns, a face of flames flashes as three creatures step forth... the atronachs. The sun is gone, though the sky is yet a lucid red. Before me is a gateway to the plains of Oblivion.
Being of frost: a towering fiend without eyes... composed entirely of ice, its limbs sharp as daggers.
Being of storm: a diaphanous and teeming entity... swirling with carved rocks, interwoven with electrical currents.
Being of fire: a humanoid, mercurial siren... swiftly gliding in black armor, its body a collection of writhing flames.

They surround me... preparing their attack. Unleashed, it surges towards me... I lose consciousness, but awake to see they have met their demise, with naught but a feeling of extreme warmth...
Track Name: Entry V: Cerberus
I cannot comprehend the force which felled these three beings... I feel safeguarded, as though an angel protected me. It fades so quickly, leaving me with the frigidity from before... Promptly comes steps which convulse the earth and cast me from the floor.
Lo: three heads this being does possess. Growling and spouting fire which drudges along, pursuing without falter... evoking forceful and impetuous divigation. I frantically elude its attacks, searching for a place to obscure my presense.
The guardian of the underworld ascends from its realm...

It breathes darkness into the Earth, and from the Earth does darkness rise. There is no place where I may hide from this. A door to the abyss appears below my feet; Cerberus begins to drag me into the dominion of purgatory... Where is the angel which protected me before?
The guardian of the underworld ascends from its realm... the weight of the darkness enfolding, I fall beneath the surface into Hell.

Within its domain, I face this sanguine demon... Within the expanse of its jaws, agape, I feel once again the power to annihilate.
Track Name: Entry IV: Susano'o
My guardian... my weapon, Susano'o... At last, we meet again.
Track Name: Entry VII: Albatross
Before the walls of Hell collapse, I make swift my return to the world above. Emerging before the sea, a breeze of wings form fields of debris. Blasts of wind beget cyclones of water and sand as a winged beast descends from its perch atop the precipice...
The sea divides... Regress occurs as an eagre surges the shores of land, debasing what was once a tall ridge to ravaged coast... submerged.

Between wind is a raptorial entity which awaits my emergence, keeping an austere eye on the surface of the water.
Waiting for the slightest ripple... Pressure is crushing me, immersed deep within the profusion--seconds away from my last gasp for air...
My angel, set me free.

Bursting forth from within the depths of the ocean, bearing widespread wings, I face the Albratross. I summon the very sea which sits beneath us to cradle this beast... to crush it under the expanse of pressure... to deliver it to its grave.
Track Name: Entry VIII: Heartless
I tread where the water flows in reverse: the Rising Falls, an environment of mechanical substance. The gears grinding in the caverns below operate the dark bastion above. As I stand before the great castle, a sense of staggering algidity spreads throughout my body. This acropolis is home to the darkest of creatures; it is the buttress upon which their emblem is held--a heart to signify the lack thereof.
Swarming, convulsing... compulsory projection. They sink within the earth and diffuse into shadows. Growing ever larger as the sun bears down from above, amassing and encircling, their eyes an aureate virus, descending upon those who obtrude their domain.
The door is open. A stream of darkness extrudes.
I am engulfed, succumbing to the clutches of despair.
My heart is fraught with poison--an attempt to siphon the light withheld.
However, their shadows are diminutive. They quickly suffer a fate of catharsis.
Ascension resumed: through the corridors, I enter the Grand Hall--air still, yet profuse, surrounding the flowing liquid crest upon the wall. It is beckoning... inviting me to within its dark depths.
Immersed, I stand now against a hunter of the dark. Howling, it advances and bears ever so throroughly down upon the foundation of my bones. However, it is met with dissection, only to be relinquished--to return to the realm of darkness whence it came.
This castle, once ruled by the darkness, now stands a radiant structure of light.
The path now leads me beyond, though I hear cries of a beast drawing nigh.
Track Name: Entry IX: Nazgûl
The sound drifts swiftly through the air for a thousand miles over anhydrous plains: a screech like knives to my audition. Calidity evaporates all moisture within this expanse. It ignites organic matter. It constructs the conditions of a livid nightmare through the world of the living... acidic rain falls from the sky.
Apace does an errant paladin advance from above a billow of dust... a figure of void bearing a crown of obsidian and a raiment black as its contents hollow. It alights, dismounting as its draconic vessel raises its head and bellows.
"Stay, beast." Crown removed, the wraith whispers to me... "come forth."

Elevation of thought... suspension of time. An ethereal blade materializes and with it, I pierce this knight of darkness.
Track Name: Entry X: Bahamut
Massive pressure moves air inward, following a vast centrifugal force. The ebony crown now kneels before me, its chariot igniting in combustion and drifting on the wind. It collapses inward and dissolves into the void.
My eyes turn toward the north--to the boreal terrain in the distance. Within this vista, a sole superstructure protrudes. I am drawn to it as animals to the sunlight... to the cap, upon which a grotto abides: the airee of the king of dragons.

To the floor... a paroxysm within my mind. It shakes the very planet upon which I writhe about. The snow withdraws from the lands as the formations of rock collapse; yet the lair of Bahamut remains and in it, he awaits my accession.
I elevate my hand and with it, I abate the land... I raise from his den the king of dragons and tear his organs from his skin.
Track Name: Entry XII: Discovery
The air breathes silently,
This planet, defaced by a power I do not understand,
There is an irritation inside,
An alien being which rends the walls of my mind,
Attempting to control...

The air mires firmly, flow disrupted--an obscured conflict,
Muscles constricting, the nervous system malfunctions,
Ergo do fissures carve themselves from the surface,
Do mountains construct themselves from naught,

Nature coincides with the circumstances of thought,
Thus does the scenery change: from tundra to desert and all in between,
Flashing like slides of a reel, reforming earth and atmosphere,
Extract...

Locus diplaced, a world of error...
No longer a replica of some planet,

It is a product of my own making,
Shifting forms as the flourishing brain activity dictates,
A mania, now a separate entity from myself,
Bound by purpose to deconstruct the universe,

Once a guardian... once an angel...
Now, but a virus, manifesting itself exponetitally,
Echoing algorithmic patterns,
The macrocosm is--