ACT 1: GAZE OF DAMOCLES *Peering. Seeing. An eye, hanging oh so statically in the dark of the night, with an iris midnight blue, same as the sky, almost transparent. It beams bright, but not bright enough as to blind. Its light, ever present, as if, like the Sun and [[Moon]], always there.* *It looked down on the earth, a hill, round as ever. Its light, now coalescing into a beam, spotlighted a single FIGURE. It had hair, in a gradient from green at the base, to something more sooty, like a slightly burnt leaf, or an evergreen pine, tied up in a ponytail. Their outfit was still reveling in the shadow, though. Our camera, while unknown, we can deduce is MAKO.* FIGURE: I didn't expect to see you here, in your dream. MAKO: Me neither. Are you slept well? FIGURE: You would think. Alas, I have tolls to take. MAKO: You take tolls, Ika? *The FIGURE laughs to itself, Something hearty, but not overt. It steps forward into the limelight, revealing it to be wearing a long, indigo robe. It's strange, almost, the familiarity - but it's nothing you could quite place. Not quite death - his robe is black, and furthermore, he is bald.* FIGURE: You mistake me for someone I'm not. I know her name well, though. I am not Ika, but rather, her destiny. MAKO: Her destiny? FIGURE: That's what many call me. I do not think you would comprehend the scale of what she means to the universe, so I have come to give you a word of advice. *The FIGURE stands still. MAKO tries to speak, but words do not exit her mouth. MAKO tries to scream. Not a sound. The crows of the night start to caw, and the figure heads off into the distance. In lieu of speaking, she runs after the FIGURE over the hill, but instead of ending up on the other side, she appears to have ended up in the middle of a field. It's bright as day. Sitting down next to her was a PERSON, wearing a visor of sorts. The visor had two prongs coming out of it, clearly receivers of some sort, but they looked more like horns. On the front, a visor, blue as the sky. Strange music is coming from it... It sounded like two girls, singing along to some kind of chiptune.* GIRL A: Hey, Lexi! GIRL B: Yeah, Bonnie? GIRL A: Do you ever wish for a shooting star? GIRL B: No, not really - they're oh so far!~ GIRL A: Do you ever wish for a hunk of a man? GIRL B: No offense, but I'm not exactly a lamb! GIRL A: So what do you like, a lady, a cake? GIRL B: I'm more for fishing at the lake! *The singing stops short, as if the radio inside was forcefully turned off, a short wave of static signaling its end. The PERSON is gone. MAKO decides to put on the helmet. Just as suddenly, though, one of the girls asked MAKO a question - point blank, without any intonation whatsoever:* GIRL A: What do you like, then? ACT 2: THOUGHTS OF DESCARTES *A white void. Well, not quite - more like a marble. A marbling that moves and swerves at every frame, still in some places, fluid and viscous at others. MAKO walks along what is seemingly invisible, but it could very well be a plane of static, hidden by the background noise.* MAKO: Hello? Girls? Are you still there? *MAKO kicks a foot into the supposed ground, as if to allow a few rocks to fly into the air. No such action occurs.* MAKO: Really could kiss a lady right now... or just... be with someone... *MAKO grips her head, not in a physical pain, but one mental, perhaps from the noise.* MAKO: Is there anyone there? You know I hate being lonely!... Please? *A DOPPEL-ganger appears in the void. It appears much like our protagonist - same haircut with hair over the right eye, same outfit - a pink-ish shirt with the left arm torn off, and something of a dress underneath, same everything. The DOPPEL stands there, posed, as if ready to strike. MAKO walks to the other side, noticing the discrepancy - antennae. Two long horns, metallic in appearance, ready for signaling, appear at the back of the head.* MAKO: Is that... me? *The DOPPEL speaks in a quiet tone, as if crying.* DOPPEL: It could be. MAKO: Could be? DOPPEL: You know what I mean. MAKO: Do I? DOPPEL: Yes. MAKO: I guess so. But, still, how? DOPPEL: You don't know that yet. MAKO: What? DOPPEL: You aren't supposed to know that yet. You aren't supposed to be here. *The DOPPEL did not move an inch from its stance. In fact, MAKO couldn't even tell if there was any mouth movements.* MAKO: I'll make my leave, then. You know the door code? DOPPEL: I'll get it. *In the static, a rectangle is drawn in, before collapsing, shattering onto the supposed floor. Inside it is a dark void. Before MAKO could reach it, though...* ACT 3: MAN OF PLATO *The play is finished, the actors, ever tireless, return to their hobbles. MAKO slowly rises from her shared bed, the sun just having come out. She's alone, but she hears some sort of sizzling downstairs. Getting out of bed, trying her best to unfrazzle her hair with her hands, before hopping down the way. IKA is in the kitchen, having a book open and measuring flour. She does so very dilligently, as if she had forgotten her own traits. MAKO yawns and stretches her arms - the left one straight up, and the other bent behind it, a support. This announces her presence. IKA turns around after cracking a few eggs, mixing them in a bowl.* IKA: Oh, hi! I presume you slept well? MAKO: Yeah, yeah, I did. Did you? IKA: I think you and I both know that answer all too well. *IKA points to under her eye - clear baggage. She still seems cheerful, though.* IKA: I didn't feel tired at all last night, nor have I this morning. I'm sure I'll look fine once I put my face on, but still, I feel like I should be worried. MAKO: Did you drink something funny last night? *IKA takes the bowl in her hands and sets it down on the counter. She takes a glance at the stove, which holds a frying pan, sizzling hot. She has strips of meat draped across it. Still cooking, despite the pink color. IKA leans against the counter, crossing a leg, putting a finger on her chin to think.* IKA: No, but I feel like I must have done something wrong... Brushed my teeth, took a shower, washed my face, laid down on time... MAKO: Did you take your meds? IKA: Oh! As a matter of fact, I don't think I did. But usually I don't feel like myself when I'm not on them... hm. *They both pondered for a bit. Quite the mystery, indeed.* MAKO: Where did you get those [[Meds]], anyways? IKA: Hmm... I actually don't think I [[Remember]]...