Hue - A story of something like no other
Steven Craftingson was having an average day, just minding his own business in the middle of the ocean, on a small, and dainty island as the graceful and calming breeze wrapped around him, and the scent of fresh ocean air was set upon him and his little, almost deserted island, like a blanket from the skies. But to this young crafter, something seemed slightly afoot, unlike most days he has seen from his little hut. The water was almost like a blinding glare in his eyes as the morning sun wrapped its arms around the earth and the seas upon it. He started to wonder what was there; there had always been an inkling set upon him and his island that it could be something more than 'the sun' or the cold moonlight reflections. From some old wheat and barley seeds that he had been sprinkling upon his beautiful and relaxing island coastline, he decided to gather together some of the fibres and little strands from the wheat, and wrap them together to make him some good new armour, so he could at least jump in the cold water and feel upon him the reality of this new block or shine. He jumped in, but things did not go as planned. The light was, in all honesty, nothing to do with the blazing ball hung from the skies above that gave the heat. In the confusion of himself and his mind, whatever was going on, shaking, he reached out his blocky arm and tried to touch this bright, never moving, flowing, or going light. It was all fine, but as he walked away, a feeling of sudden dizziness, faintness, and blurriness was bestowed upon his own eyeballs. He couldn't make it to the shore, as he struggled in the water, he began to simply feel less 'there'. Suddenly, darkness. Steve was not dead and he knew that and could feel that for a fact. He was not on the ground, but what shocked him even more, is the pressure, density, and heat, physics and everything from his world, was gone, simply nothingness. Just there, and there was nothing more to it until he started to regain his vision and his general consciousness altogether. But it was not darkness, it was just... uncertain. Lights, glares, and colours that the minecraftean eye could not even comprehend or imagine, it was just like everything was everywhere at once. In this beautiful mindset and colourful existence, the particles of colour, dust, and even something that seemed like a type of liquid vapour almost, rose up from whatever was below and reached and indulged the consciousness and mind of Steven. He seemed to regain consciousness, and what was beyond, inside, in front of and behind was just astounding. Like an endless aurora of colours and objects, just pure calmness and true, bright entities. Everything was 'true' in fact. But finally, below him, the confused but still happy and peacefully present minecraftean noticed something. He was right about a 'liquid' as he suddenly bounced and 'bumped' into this pool of water as he was floating down. But in fact, it wasn't a 'pool' or anything like that. Within all of this pristine and detailed marbled sky and the dimension of pure colour, A paint-like liquid was floating around in the skies. It was ruby coloured, a sort of pure, full, and just complete red was mixed with an almost fluorescent magenta to make some of the most inventive and mind-blowing colours that anyone had ever seen. It wasn't sticky, or 'textured' in any way, it was just there. He thought he could actually be dreaming and back in the seas around his little island, but that was not something that could even spark truth at his mind, as he was too indulged, focused, and pleasantly surprised and just blown away at his surroundings, in this new dimension - nothing like anything he had ever seen. Steve tried to figure out, as he was falling in this endless aurora, what biomes existed in this land, but to no avail - The simple difference of this place could not even be divided up, as it was nothing like anything known by anyone, creature, or entity before. But as he was falling, his favourite colour floated past him, in an almost comet-style spirit form - the pixels from it burned and glowed, as the true cyan bolt of beauty rushed around him, spinning and intertwining the world with pure amazement and excitement. Steve tried to grab the comet-like being, and as he touched it, it simply flew away, like a meteorite, the diamond-shaped blasting cyan comet just vanished into the distance, as other amazing balls of colour floated past him. Apple-Greens and Lemonade-Yellows crashed from the sky but in a majestic manner, blending together to marble the worlds and the existences there. And what came next would surprise him the most. His soul and being, his body had come into contact with gases, colours, imaginations, and even liquid-like beings of hue in the bright, gradient-like skies. He was yet to come into contact with a solid until something extremely unexpected and surprising happened - The small particle-like grains of marble that were forming the beauty and majesty of the sky suddenly started to enlarge. They kept growing, stronger, and larger until the sky was no more a beautiful, hued gradient of blended colour, but a maze of beautiful and true cubes, that almost looked like they had been dipped in marbled paint, and blended with the most pristine and perfect palettes of colour. Craftingson's time falling had abruptly come to a standstill, but not in any 'harsh' or mean way, he had just bumped into one of these cubes. They were like slime - Very sticky to walk on but surprisingly bouncy - these palettes and gradients blended together in that way, as the outer coatings were majestic reds, pinks, and oranges, while the middles were greens, cyans, blues, and purples. Every cube was different, and they kept moving around, falling and floating as every other existence of matter did there. But as more of these coloured and enlarged particles of cubes rushed past, Steven tried to grab one again, even to possibly take back to his own dimension as a gift. But as he grabbed it, as uncertain and surprising as it was at the start, he was back drifting in the water again. The water next to his little dirt hut on the deserted island, in the middle of a large ocean. But he saw the portal, he saw it with all of his minds, and as his heart beat faster and faster, he was ready to reveal this to the other creatures and beings. With all of his materials, he vowed and promised to protect and secure his findings and to save and keep this wonderous and strange dimension. He framed up and constructed a temple around this portal and existence, and lit a beacon there for all to see and to witness the wonders that this man had been through and seen. All of his neighbours sailed by and peered their confused and amazed eyes into the opening of this portal-like glare to try and witness this for themselves, but it did not work. It turned out only Steve had the mindset and imagination to even think about witnessing such, and when anyone else or anything else fell into the portal, all there was, was a void.
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