Into The Akashic
Part 1 of "The Forgotten Archives" - In a journey fueled by curiosity and courage, Ariyah begins her journey into the magical depths of the Akashic Records.
Part 1: Into The Akashic
Ariyah follows a compelling urge into a hidden underground chamber that leads to mysteries of her past. In a journey fueled by curiosity and courage, Ariyah learns that her truth is intricately woven into the fabric of existence itself. She begins her journey into the magical depths of the Akashic Records. In which guides her towards acceptance, enlightenment, and a deeper understanding of her place in the universe.
The warmth of the sun caressed my skin, though a cool, dream-like hue tinted everything around me. The streets were eerily quiet, devoid of the usual bustle of life. I walked along a path, guided by an inexplicable urge forward. It felt as though I was searching for something, although unknown to me.
Ahead, a rustling sound startled me. I froze as a small, fox emerged from the brush. Its eyes locked with mine, holding me in place as if it had something to show. As the animal moved aside, I saw it—a dome-like bubble door nestled in the ground, hidden under overgrown grass and brush. Intrigued, I approached and pulled the latch. A ladder descended into darkness below. Without hesitation, I climbed down, each step bringing me deeper into the unknown.
At the bottom, I found myself in a cramped coat room, dimly lit with a mystical ambiance. A book nook adorned one corner, a single book resting upon it, its pages beckoning with secrets untold. But it was the coat rack across from me that drew my attention.
Coats and jackets of all colors and sizes hung there. My heart racing as I ran my finger along familiar fabrics, recognizing each one as a memory from different stages of my life.
My eyes widened when I spotted it—a black hoodie with the word “infinite” scripted down the left sleeve. Tears welled up as I pulled it off the hanger, holding it close, feeling its familiar weight and scent.
It was his—the hoodie he used to wear, the one that always gave me comfort.
Memories flooded back—laughter shared, tears shed, and moments of love that seemed both distant and vivid. I buried my face in the fabric, breathing in deeply, clinging to the essence of him that lingered there.
How could this be? Was this a dream or some forgotten reality?
The lines blurred as I stood here surrounded by echoes of my past selves, grappling with the haunting presence of what once was.
As I clutched the hoodie to my chest, the air around me shimmered faintly, whispering secrets of a world just beyond reach. And in that moment, I knew—I had to explore further, to unravel the mysteries hidden within this surreal place that seemed to know my heart better than I did myself.
I stepped through the door I noticed to my right. The door softly latched behind me, echoing into the vast room that stretched out like a mansion before me. The contrast from the cramped coat room was stark—the air here was clean and filled with a faint scent of something floral. The floor beneath me gleamed with white granite tiles adorned with golden flecks, shimmering as if lit from within.
To my left, a stone fireplace crackled with fresh logs, casting a warm glow across the room. Colorful candles adorned the mantel, their flickering flames adding to the enchanting atmosphere. Antique furniture lined the walls, each piece seemingly placed with purpose. Golden-framed pictures hung at intervals, depicting faces and places that stirred a sense of familiarity yet their details blurred like memories on the edge of recall.
In the far left corner, a bookshelf stretched from floor to ceiling, packed with volumes that seemed to whisper tales of ages past. A small sitting area invited quiet contemplation.
On my right, a tidy desk awaited, its surface uncluttered except for a single item—a golden bell. Intricately engraved with the word "Akashic" in elegant swirls. Curious, I approached the desk. As I reached out to touch the bell, a faint vibration hummed through my fingertips, resonating deep within me. The word "Akashic" echoed in my mind, evoking a sense of familiar wisdom.
Was this place real or a figment of my imagination?
The boundaries between dream and reality blurred further, each detail around me shimmering with a surreal clarity. The mansion seemed to hold secrets untold, waiting to be unraveled by those bold enough to seek them.
With the hoodie still clutched tightly to my chest, I hesitated.
Should I ring the bell? What mysteries would it reveal?
The air crackled with anticipation, as if the very walls of this mystical mansion held their breath, waiting for my next move.
With trembling fingers, I reached out and rang the golden bell. A soft, resonant chime echoed through the vast room. Almost instantly, as if conjured from thin air, a woman appeared before me.
Her hair was a radiant blonde that almost looked white, cascading in waves around her shoulders. Deep red lips contrasted sharply against her porcelain skin, and her striking blue eyes seemed to pierce through me with intensity.
"Oh, hello! We are so glad you have made it," she exclaimed warmly, her voice melodious and soothing. "There's so much to show you, in such little time. Hurry, come!"
She moved gracefully around the stone desk, beckoning me to follow. I clutched the hoodie tighter to my chest and trailed after her, curiosity mingling with apprehension. She seemed to be searching for something in her haste, rifling through a key ring that jingled softly with each step.
We passed through a door I hadn't noticed before, entering a long, narrow hallway. The walls were stark white, gleaming under the soft illumination that seemed to emanate from within. It felt clinical, almost like a hospital corridor, but devoid of the usual sterility.
"Wait? Am I dreaming?" I blurted out, the surreal surroundings finally catching up to me.
The woman abruptly stopped, her demeanor shifting from warmth to urgency. Her face paled, and her eyes widened with a hint of dread.
"Shhh, you mustn't wake up," she whispered urgently, her voice barely above a murmur. "Now we must act quickly."
Before I could comprehend her cryptic words, the scene around me began to blur and brighten, as if a spotlight had been suddenly turned on. A wave of drowsiness washed over me, like a heavy fog descending upon my mind, clouding my thoughts and senses.
"Ariyah!" Her voice called out urgently, shaking me from the edge of consciousness. I felt myself being pulled back into the hallway, my body heavy and unresponsive.
When my vision cleared, a door stood before us. The woman pressed a key with a white tag into my hand with a sense of urgency.
"Take this," she urged, her words rushed. "Record #317."
She hurried away, her heels clicking loudly against the granite floors, fading into the distance until she disappeared from view. Left alone with the key in my hand, I stared down at the tag with a mix of confusion and apprehension.
What was Record #317? Who was this woman, and where had she gone in such a hurry?
Questions swirled in my mind, but one thing was clear—there was no turning back now. Whatever mysteries lay beyond that door, I was now a part of them, tethered by a thread of fate that seemed to weave through dreams and reality alike.