Memory Orbs Inside Out の小説・ストーリー

I stepped forward, my heart pounding in my chest. And then, I saw it. A large, crystal orb that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. The doppelganger gestured for me to approach the orb. "This is the Oracle," it said. "Here, you will find the answers to all your questions." I reached out a trembling hand, feeling a sense of wonder and awe. What secrets would the Oracle reveal to me? As I touched the crystal orb, I felt a sudden jolt of energy run through my body. The room around me began to spin, and I felt myself being pulled into a vortex of colors and lights.

The orb was black and inside it, I could see clouds of black smoke and lightning flowing around inside. That wad surely it. I could feel his eyes on me as I stared into the orb. “I don't know what you want me to do. Teach me how to do it.” I looked up at him. “Just open your heart, the orb will do the rest.” Shit. I didn't expect it to be that easy. But I needed to outsmart him. “You know I'm not in my normal form. It'll be harder for Ice to do this on her own. Maybe you can teach her.”

I remembered how her hand was in mine and I was going to return to her. When the light spit me out, I was somewhere else. Not the cave, not Katula, not Mecianda. A massive hall, all stone and glowing vines, with a ceiling so high it disappeared into the mist. The air smelled of earth and magic, heavy, like it could choke you. The orb pulsed in my chest, syncing with a hum in the room. At the center was a pedestal, and on it, the orb was not in me, not yet, but a ball of light, swirling white and gold, brighter than anything I’d ever seen. It felt alive like it was watching me. I took a step, my boots echoing on the stone, and suddenly Thunder snarled, “This could be Trap.” he warned. “We are

But then. “Psst...over here,” a voice whispers loud, if that makes any sense. A masculine growl. So deep, grating, and slathered in a sort o’ mockery. I spin around sharpish, my eyes popping out of my head. Getting my fists ready for action. There, buried in the blackness of a room, are two orbs: bright green, luminous, floating inches above ground level. They're not just mere eyes, but bulbs. Bulging and unnatural, like someone stuffed glow-sticks into a toad’s skull!

She turns away from the fight to say something but is stopped by single spike through her chest. “Mother!” I start running towards her when something drops from above. It was obsidian, and smoothly polished. It was as tall as a tree and had no facial features. It reached for me, and I scrambled back. I was backed up against the wall when it was covered in an orb. Mother was on the floor, with my father standing over her, unscathed. She flung the orb out of the building and she screams.

She thought she touched something like a sphere. The orb … She picked it up with her fingers and pulled it out of the lake. Then she saw it at last. Her eyes widened in surprise, studying the Orb of Phlareus in her hand. It had the same size as an eyeball, like a glass of sphere, glowing in orange light along with the Flerin. Then she noticed something. The orb was continuously creating liquid fire, filling up her hands, then flowing down to the lake. The endless flow, she thought.

I closed my eyes and allowed my thoughts to focus on unlocking the memory orb. I sensed the magical energy emanating from the glass sphere and let my own energy flow into it, absorbing some of its power. I slowed my breathing, listening to the vibrations passing through my fingers and into my body. I imagined the orb as a small, delicate package, tied with multiple taut strings that protected its contents from being revealed.

They hovered in the air like weightless spirits, shifting slowly, while glowing faintly,each of them humming with a strange, cold energy that sent chills down my spine. “What is this?” I whispered to myself. I hadn’t seen anything like it before. One of the orbs floated closer to me. Breathing hard, I reached out…and grabbed it before I convinced myself otherwise. I wasn’t prepared for what came next. A violent surge of images crashed into me, making me scream as pain assaulted my senses. Flash after flash of memories, visions… I didn’t know what they were exactly. But they hurt. Groaning, I clutched my head, it felt like I was being ripped apart.

“We must unravel its secrets if we are to move forward.” I can feel the weight of the orb's gaze upon us, its dark energy pulsing like a heartbeat in the silence of the chamber. With a deep breath, I reach out towards it, the hum of its power sending a shiver down my spine. As my fingers brush against the smooth surface of the orb, a surge of images floods my mind, each one more vivid and haunting than the last. I see Alena trapped within a cage of shadows, her eyes pleading for salvation. I see a figure cloaked in darkness, their malevolent laughter ringing in my ears as they tighten their grip on her fragile form. And then, I see a glimmer of hope—a distant light flickering in the abyss, b

he whispered, trying to mask the concern in his voice, "are you okay?" "I am," I replied, drawing in a shaky breath, "but what just happened?" Before anyone could answer, a brilliant beam of light illuminated the center of The Nexus, revealing a floating crystal orb. The orb pulsed with a radiant energy, beckoning us closer. Isabella, her eyes wide with wonder, approached it cautiously. "I've heard tales of this orb. Legends say it holds the collective memories of our ancestors." Jerome, ever curious, reached out and touched the orb. Instantly, a rush of images flooded his mind, causing him to stagger back. "It's... overwhelming," he gasped. "Centuries of memories, all at once."