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Flash Man (Rock Man: No Constancy)

Flash Man (Rock Man: No Constancy)

I once had a dream of the futuristic world of robots that was a beautiful amalgamation of many other worlds that I had visited before.  Some of them appeared in a different color, some had a different aura about them, and some were largely the same.  One consistency among them, however, is that their layouts were different from their worldly counterparts.  The reason that I have reached this conclusion as to the identity of this world is its inhabitants; they are one and the same as those in my second trip to the robotic world, albeit colored differently.  In many cases, this dream made the world seem much less futuristic.

Today, I’d like to tell you of the area that replaced the energy crystal mine.  It was no longer a mine, but a beautiful cavern.  This dream did feature a mine for energy crystals, but that had replaced a different area.  The rock and vegetation in here very closely resembled those within the caverns I’d seen on Yoshi’s Island.  Still, there was something very different about this place; it had an aura quite unlike anything on Yoshi’s Island.

The cavern appeared to open out into the night sky; the blue stars shone beautifully above.  There were many plants growing all about, most of which were a leafy sort with red berries.  There were also a few vines, the fruit of which emitted a powerful light, which is likely what was illuminating the area.  The rock beneath me was black, blue, pale blue, and periwinkle, and had a somewhat reflective quality.  There were a few large fungi growing, which resembled wrapped lollipops in periwinkle.

I made my way across the jagged surfaces, thankful that I’d dreamt myself in sturdy footwear.  The terraforming was also rough, making it difficult to get around.  After a time, I came to a wide chasm with small stone blocks floating in the air.  These blocks were also many shades of blue, but were much smoother in texture than the rock floors.  Making my way across, I came to what appeared to have been a landslide of sorts.  There was a large pile of rock in front of a door, much like the ones that were commonly used to seal control chambers.  I climbed the nearby ladder, which resembled a rope ladder, but was blue, and seemed to be made of a hard plastic.

Reaching the top, I was in a very tight set of corridors, through which I made my way.  Upon reaching the exit, everything went dark; I could see only a few stars and luminous fruit.  I very carefully made my way forward, feeling the ground in front of me to be certain that it was truly there.  Soon, everything brightened, but not as it had before; the color scheme was much dimmer, and even the fruit was barely visible in a sort of purple color.  It was as though everything were being lit by a dull purple fire of medium tone.  This light went on and off as I went, leaving some blocks illuminated only half of the time.  The other half, these blocks – either of a purple or green palette – would completely vanish from sight.

Finally reaching the end of this section, I entered a door that would lead to a control chamber.  The antechamber – or so I’d thought – was lit normally and heavily overgrown by plants.  Most of it was also over a deep chasm, so I carefully made my way to the next chamber door.  Upon heading through, I entered the true antechamber, which was unlit, much like the previous section had been.  I entered the control chamber, and that strange purple light began again.  I spent a little time in here, and then was on my way to the next area.

We often look at the earth beneath our feet, but how often do we really think about what it’s like in there?  Though we are accustomed to traversing areas filled with gas, and sometimes water, there are creatures that traverse solids, so to speak.  Take the earthworm, which spends most of its life burrowing through the dirt, for example; I’d often stop to wonder what its world and its life must be like.  What is it like to be constantly surrounded by solid matter?  How does it feel, not knowing any differently, to emerge into air or water?  The closest to this that we have are caves, but really, they are little more than air bubbles in rock, rather than water.  There are some mysteries that we may never know.

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