After a bad dream, Lyra goes for a walk in the park.
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The musings of a dying Lyra? Or perhaps a dream? Quite the sad little story either way.
Thumbs up -- I will say I hate the very idea of oblivion. It has that feeling of a /0 in an equation.
Oh boy. Time to get hit by the feels train.
Not gonna lie, I'm already feeling tears.
This is not why I stopped reading r/worldnews today.
However, for being full of abstract purple prose, this story is abosolutley gripping.
It's very haunting how bon bon doesn't say anything in the end. It reinforces the melding of nightmare and reality without beating it over your head. I can see myself re reading this one many times.
Really good stuff. Interesting and dark.
Why is it always Lyra?
I have to say I was expecting the twist to be a real bomb detonating during her conversation with Bon Bon but instead it already happened and we just caught a glimpse of the last few moments...
Those last few paragraphs are chilling to the bone.
This was the bit that hit home for me.
This is like looking into my own head.
The parts I try to avoid.
Melancholy just comes bubbling up the further along one reads.
It's gloriously depressing man! I love it.
Reminders of the ever encroaching presence of the void...fun.
Pretty cool existential nightmare, but has SFA to do with ponies.
Thanks for the
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The light grows smaller at the end of the tunnel
Just as my thoughts recede into my minds bushel
The pain is unbeareable, veins are on fire
Destined to disappear by wish of the soul
In this cold the sound resonates
Best described by the migraine of veils
Held back with the waves of rain
The music stains
Death and disdain is not my way
~Doctor Disco~
That... makes no sense. The very definition of Heaven is endless contentment, no worries or troubles. eternal good. By it's own concept, it isn't Heaven if it can end.
You assume the mainstream evangelical Christian view of the afterlife, the divisive idea of "us vs. them," Where all the good people(us) go to heaven and all the bad people (them) go to Hell. I'd just like to point out that Jews have no concept of Hell, because it isn't in the Torah/Old Testament. Not sure about Islam. And the concept of Annihilationism and/or Universal Redemption goes back to the old days of the Christian Church. I can point you to numerous articles on the idea,
Bah, this is too nihilistic and grim. Lighten up, Lyra. Be like this you:
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She isn't saying that a christian Heaven must end, she's saying that for her, the perfect heaven would.
And for the sake of a story, the author can assume any belief system for a character. How was he going to explain Lyra's beliefs without going into a religious rant, which would take away from the purpose of this story?
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I never said he should change it. I was merely stating my opinion on the questions raised by the story.
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You were stating as fact, not opinion. I replied with that in mind.
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I stated as fact that there are opposing viewpoints, yes. I never once said mine is wholly right.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil…
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I believe you misunderstand me. I'm not saying you were stating the christian belief as fact, merely that the issues with the story you listed were stated as facts.
For example, you defined heaven. You stated what it could, and could not be. That is not your assumption to make, regardless of the fact that you completely missed the story's point there. Like I said, the author was describing Lyra's perfect heaven, not any Christian-based one as you seem to have assumed.
You must love Subnormality, or if you don't know of it, dang, you should get around to checking it out.
God dammit Skirts, this is why I can't put down your stuff. You have to be up there with the top writers on this site, and you do it while writing more then all the others put together.
4 minute warning?
I'm glad these great stories are coming out at the same time as my seasonal Radiohead obsession.
Cicadas and tsunamis?
This was written by a Floridian, for sure.
What's funny, though, is that you can't actually explain WHY you downvoted my comment.
Why does the green one always have to experience all the existential terror stuff!
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It's not easy being green, you know.
Was reading this while listening to this:
Trust me, it makes it a hell of a lot more chillier
That last part. That last damned part gave me fucking chills down my spine
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Because she has zero canonical personality, so the author can just have whatever happen to her and it's of no consequence.
Skirts are you okay
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings.
Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair."
Nothing beside remains.
Me too, Skirts...
Me too...
I really like it. Got a lot of Dr. Who's "I don't want to go" vibe off it.
But... Grrr. Makes me want to work on my 'End of Equestria' fic.
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Everything that lasts eternity becomes torture at some point.
I didn't know what I expected from a Dark-tagged Skirts story about Lyra, but this? Damn.
Wow, that was, actually scary. I mean, its nothing new to me, but to look at it like this, wow. I think I need to lay off the existential dread for a while and remember what it feels like to be alive.
This was really good
The most scary things are not monsters or other imaginary creatures, the real terrifying things are the things that can happen in real life like war, come across a killer, Alzheimer's, etc. or like in this case in this story, Lyra is doubtful about whether she's died and all of this happening around her is nothing more than the last vestiges of neuronal activity left in her brain after she died, and since is something similar to a dream, she can't tell them apart and the worst of all is that this have been happening for weeks, months, even years?? Not even she knows
How much longer it will last?? That's the question and that's was so horribly terrifying about the whole thing
I like it a lot
Not that I needed another reason for you to be my go-to author on this site, but I'll take it.
Good story bro I liked it xD
I can't come up with a joke to even approach expressing how thoroughly terrified I am of this exact concept