Messing With My Mind
Posted on Sun Jul 14th, 2019 @ 9:04pm by Captain Charlotte Reynolds
Captains Log...Stardate Uncertain,
I've been placed in a tower by the being who refers to himself as Typhon. I don't know for sure how long I've been here. It feels as if it's been days, but with the way the sun moves in this place, I can't say anything with certainty. Daylight moves in circles. Literally.
The realm Typhon has created presents itself like a disk. I watch as the sun rises and sets over the great plains, the sea, the large coniferous forests off to the 'south', the ashen volcanic fields. It will be day in some and night in others, all within view of the tower I've been placed in. And yet other locations appear locked on different cycles. The rocky arches, the rainforest, and the icy mountains appear to operate on their own timeframe. I can't help but wonder if that means that my crew's presence there is impacting it. Or if Typhon's challenge has changed the way time flows only in those places.
The Defiant is visible in the sky, catching occasional gleams of light from the systems star. I wonder if anyone is up there still. I've been able to account for most of the crew, who appear to be trapped in this tower with me. All of them have been forced into this bizarre medieval chirade, serving Typhon's whims. His whims have thankfully been banal so far.
I, meanwhile, appear to be awaiting some event that my officer's will encounter. What it is, I can't tell.
Aside from the obvious mind bending nature of the location we've found ourselves, I've felt additional oddities. I've had bizarre dreams of an increasingly...personal nature. I've found it uncomfortable to say the least, especially since I don't think they originate from me. It's Typhon, I'm sure of it. I obviously can't prove it, but I get the impression he's trying to keep me off balance for some reason. It also tells me he's rooting around in my mind, looking for something. I need to find a way out of here before he finds whatever it is he's looking for. It's an unsettling feeling, knowing that I can't trust the safety of my own mind. I've made sure to fill it with images of particularly painful deaths of him. If he's going to read my mind, at least it can be a little unpleasant.
In other news, several crew have informed me there's a woman in the tower who isn't Defiant crew. The fact that she's an actual person and not one of Typhon's constructs interests me. I'll have to seek her out. Maybe it'll provide some piece of information to help unravel all this.