Tefiko Ếldrice
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A story that I'm translating because why not.
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7. Tefiko Ếldrice
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“Kai tê in quisseson halakis masanie aulie, forsán tê we todêkis sau tao halakandeos etro - sao isse wo atho eko - sau kya tê ier qua fa' kisseos,” Fúkowia atheneos seo nadri de glaso in skante naka swarandie anái le. Fúkowa se alte, kentrie fosindiele naka fe ninyar dar tanqui seo fos-fithiksandite heto o formo senole dearandie niote jómperor sau anái le siat nissie foseo êso. Ne saro lene se sioke o ênque - nolidie akie ênque - ier Fúkowia fa' noris. Ne darêtho kya ko anda noris se ne la sêyandie is odár le si liá le.
Ne inaule dakon fen saro (nolíd adár nin mêtre), nin nie ani seo strikti se. Tin sno, ande fiyoquis lel thrisse. Dês, nequon, ande darie fiaquis an quissa fotherêke nakasio i'quae aison quênde o naikario andae selárir o onquolir. Ai, ne naka diá le, Doktora Ánoaiyia, se ne nêndaro sau ne li soritis inathie, fiandie is anda ne quardanda fe Fúkowae kapto on darêtho ire Fúkowa on yae quisso.
Anoai very slightly frowns, before forcing a straight face. “What is in the darkness? What does it look like?” he asks with what was clearly supposed to sound like interest. He sits back and adjusts his suit, awaiting an answer while Ffuko's face slackens. Ffuko stares into the distance, past the walls containing him and into the endless abyss of space.
“I cannot explain in words the experience in its entirety. I can merely scratch the surface with the visual dimension,” he only just audibly mutters and points to his left, his head down almost defeatedly. Before even looking in that direction, Dr. Anoai sighs. The wild scrawlings on the wall have been the focus of many of their discussions. He doesn't seem to know how they got there; Ffuko doesn't even know - at least not consciously; he's had no utensil with which to carve into the concrete walls.
“Why don't you tell me again - from memory, I mean,” he says calmly. “I want to hear you say it.” At that, Ffuko visibly cringes; he doesn't want to talk about this ever again. He doesn't even want to think about that abomination. Regardless, he will, guilt laden and exhausted.
“For starters, He isn't within the dark, the dark is within Him,” he quietly musters, “He both is and enwraps the darkness. He has had many names throughout the eras - Nox Magna, Payankaramana Iravu, Eternal Night - but I call Him by His oldest name - the one He whispers in my ear when the darkness leaks into my chamber: *Nokwts*.” Ffuko looks down slightly at a dim spot in the corner, maniacally cackling and mumbling under his breath.
Anoai scrawls something down in his little notepad before asking, “And this thing, this - ‘Nokwits’, please describe it- - his - physical appearance to the best of your ability.”
“*So klewti*…” he quietly and nervously mumbles, tensing up in his chair, before jumping back to attention.
“Ffuko?” the doctor asks with debatably genuine concern in his voice, “Are you alright?”
He looks at the doctor with drying tears in his eyes (though on a seemingly unemotional face) and says, “Yes, I'm quite fine, Dr. Anoai. What was the question?” Before Anoai can answer, he continues, “Oh, yes; you wanted to know what He looks like. Have you ever stared at a starless night sky during a new moon?”
“Yes,” the doctor offers in return with a nearly unimpressed tone.
“Have you ever wanted to peel away the blackest darkness in that sky to see the even darker, impossibly devoid of light darkness beyond that darkness, only to peel yet another layer away and witness a darkness more potent than you've ever seen?” To this, the doctor has no words. He simply stares for a second and writes the words down, as always. “Imagine that darkness in an incomprehensibly hideous shape, akin to what you would see if you could see the feeling of a massive chill running down your spine and watching your soul writhe, infinitely detailed within details, unaffected by gravity and yet self-propelled, masquerading as a brighter, more welcoming darkness, only given away by the terror it exudes from its very presence. That is but the tiniest of pieces of only the physical appearance of *Nokwts*; a single atom of the entire Deity's face.” His expression is intense and insane; sweat pours down his face.
To this he receives a response, if just another question: “What does ‘he’ want?”
Ffuko begins to laugh as if a hilarious joke were told. “You!..” he says as he stands up and points to Anoai who also stands up with a look of unease. “And me!” he shouts, pointing to himself as he continually gets louder and angrier. Then he points to a ‘hidden’ camera and screams as loudly as possible, “AND ALL OF YOU! We're all gonna DIE!” He prances, at once menacing and playful, and states in a singsong voice, “And it'll be glorious! It'll be so fun,” before singing ‘Jesus Loves Me’ terribly off key, still prancing about.
“Sedate him! Don't you hear me?! Sedate him!” Dr. Anoai cries out to the nurses and security who've just rushed in. They hold him down while he flails, screams, sings, cries, and cackles, and they push the plunger of the needle in his neck down, making him fall into a darkness. “He's getting worse,” Ffuko hears one of the nurses say before falling into a deep unnatural sleep. ✎ Edit Article ✖ Delete Article
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