Frequency Travel

Elia tried to open her mouth but couldn't. She was breathing using a breathing apparatus that stuck tightly to her lips. Her nose is connected to an oxygen hose.

What's this?

Her body rebelled, she tried to release it, but her hand movements were restricted by another hose. She felt pain in her upper arm, it seemed like there was a tool stuck there.

Elia saw in front of her tubes of humans in an unconscious, undressed state, their bodies floating in tubes filled with water, their curves were visible behind the tubes, the light of the lights made them appear to be watered in bluish-green. There was an oxygen hose and some other objects attached to their bodies. Around the tube, there are various kinds of tools. Her eyes were blocked by water so that the computer-like sight flickering in front of her looked wavy.

In that case, my condition right now, like that? Fuck!

Elia swears in her heart.

Where am I?

Elia could only move her eyeballs to the right and the left. Her neck was stiff, so she couldn't look freely. Even so, she tried to see as far as possible with both eyes. On the left side, there are still many tubes containing humans. They lined up, neatly, the very end was invisible, like a faint background placed there.

Impossible! This must be a dream! What's been going on with me all this time? Could it be that he masterminded all this? He made the reality around me fall apart, but for what?

Elia tried to escape. Free, the tool curbs it firmly. Elia rebelled again and again. Some people approached her at that moment, they noticed her with an electronic note board in hand.

What do they see? What they recorded! Is this fun for them? Asshole! Put me down!

Elia moved her hands blindly, but the men did not feel threatened by her actions. Instead, they looked at her back. Elia couldn't see what was there. Annoyed at being made the object of research, Elia kicked with a leg that was also restrained. Despite doing it many times, these people remained calm. They're not bothered by the action. They're even enthusiastic about taking notes. What other things are they?

Elia ran out of energy. She could finally only surrender to floating in the water. She tried to control herself first. Breathing in the water was uncomfortable, Elia's sad cry in her heart.

After a while, she moved her fingers again. She wants to be able to feel her own body. Unlucky! I moved too much, now I'm running out of steam. Elia then thought calmness might be able to restore energy and then I could move a little bit of my hand if I put all the energy left.

Elia carried out her plan. She concentrated on making her brain work as she wished to order her hands to move. This felt like a dream she had ever experienced, a moment where she once felt unable to move her whole body and she realized she was dreaming. She tried many times to enter her own body, mastering it, ordering the brain to wake itself up.

Elia repeated the process. She tried her best to be able to jerk her right hand into her face. In that brief movement, she could see it, a distinctive tattoo that was on the wrist was visible.

Impossible!

Her right arm drooped again after one devastating jolt. Meanwhile, a sense of disbelief spread throughout the membrane of her mind.

It's my mother's arm, not my own. What happened to me? What does all this mean?

The surprise wasn't over, the room instantly reached and Elia saw the arrival of Dalang casually walking through the tubes filled with humans. The appearance of the figure slowly burned the charred existence of the tubes and all the tools flashed in front of her with white flames.

The puppeteer stood right in front of Elia.

"It's called frequency travel," Dalang said with his plain masked face. His mouth hidden behind the mask spoke in a tone announcing the greatness of technology. Meanwhile, Elia was still in the tube, not yet freed from the water that shackled her. The difference is now that the tools that had shackled her were gone. She was free to move in that limited space.

"What did you do to me?!"

Elia could talk because the breathing apparatus disappeared somehow. At the same time, Elia could magically breathe and speak in the water like a fish or if arguably like Atargatis, the mermaid in ancient Assyrian legend. Elia suddenly remembered the story she read accidentally on the internet while bored. Back then, she was immersed in the story like being hypnotized, unexpectedly today she would think about it just like that.

Or was I interested in experiencing this? My subconscious knows it first. Elia doubted the reality she had lived. Everything feels pseudo, chaotic, a mixture of dreams and delusions, between lies and cheap tricks.

What does frequency travel mean? Elia hovered in the water like a tourist entertainer mermaid in an aquarium. Dalang still watches her from behind the mask with her hand posture at the back, her right hand grasping her left wrist, attached to the tailbone.

"Who are you? And what is going on with me?!" the question and cry of Elia echoed into her ears. Elia shook her head to the taste in her ears. Turn to me? Then he didn't hear me?

Elia stared on Dalang.

"Hey! Asshole! devil! What creature are you?! Are you an angel of torment? Specially assigned to torture me? What do you want from me?!!

There was no reaction from Dalang. Elia beat the tube. The power she released only made her run out of energy.

"Explain to me, what am I supposed to do?" Elia asked in a caught voice. Even though he knew it wouldn't be heard, somehow he was insistent.

My voice echoed to myself. He didn't listen. What do you want? He wants me to reflect? Why is he doing this? Is he just being sarcastic? Because I thought my life had been just in the water? Shit!

Elia was circling. There is no ceiling, nor is there a base. She was floating inside the tube which was also floating. The background of the place is unknown, there is only a night blue color and a tinge of aurora here and there.

It's a dream, isn't it? When Elia turned her head, Dalang was no longer standing where he had stood before.

Fuck! Am I locked up or is this my hell?

Elia looked around. The sight she had never seen felt unfamiliar and slowly made her know how insignificant her desire to kill her mother was.

If I'm dead, how am I dead? Is it true that I've been dreaming all along?

Elia saw the palm of her hand. Her entire body without a piece of cloth could still feel the excitement of water all over her body.

And what was it? why I could see Bibi's arm. I know for a while it's Bibi's arm. I've never been to the Autopsy Department. I'm so angry with her. But the rest I'm not lying. Someone indeed called me on her cell phone, and then I flew over as he instructed. But when I arrived, I decided not to see her. I vented my frustration like that, I thought I'd cremate her later after talking to Max, but... unlucky! Why am I lying to him? What did I think at the time?

Elia banged on the wall of the tube. There's no change. Fuck!

Elia could then only float resignedly in the tube. She noticed the tip of her foot that couldn't touch the bottom of the tube. She tried to press herself down so she could stand on the tube mat. She also tried to touch the roof of the tube. Even when I force my feet to touch the base, I can't. When I tried to touch the ceiling of the tube, this water would always press me back into the middle. It's really weird. If it's a dream, it's the strangest dream I've ever had.

The color around her began to change again. From night blue to dark brown. Aurora, who was there and quite entertaining Elia almost disappeared. There is only the innocence of the brown color accompanied by a dark light. Elia was slowly sleepy.

Have the days changed?

Elia asked when she opened her eyes again. It's hard to know if it's changed or not. Ah, right, is that important now? Elia chuckled, feeling funny about the situation. Worse, even the sound of their music is still there. That means Dalang is around here. Of course, he might be a genie or demon who could make himself invisible to others. Then I was locked up by him. What am I supposed to do now? There's no one I can talk to, just myself. Can talking to myself get me out of this prison? Can talking to yourself be useful for this situation? It might be useful enough to keep me sane or instead speed me up to be a madman.

Elia twisted her body. Around her, there was only an endless brown vacuum. Right, left, up, and down, there's not the slightest barrier. I can't believe that all this is reality, I don't mean a dream. Is this like any other realm, like this Bibi's life so far? Therefore she never involved me because if she couldn't get out of here she would be locked up forever?

That thought made Elia's heartbeat. Maybe all this time Bibi experienced strange things like this? This situation made her not know that the day had changed, when she finally made it out, time had passed for a very long time.

Elia suddenly felt guilty for thinking that it was not about Bibi. Elia then recalled her conversation with Max. Your mother's human but you're a half-demon. The caption echoed in her mind.

Could it be that Bibi was ever held captive by a demon? That demon made her pregnant and gave birth to me. Then it wasn't the only magical experience she had experienced. Could it be that's what's been making it hard for me?

A tinge of white light appeared from Elia's right side. She noticed the appearance of the light. She felt as if the light was affirming her words and for the first time since being cooped up inside, she felt that someone was answering her question.

The appearance of the light was only briefly like a shooting star in a third of the night. Elia's heartfelt warmth and at the same time there was a burning hope. After the light disappeared, Elia was again confused, what hope was kindled just now? Why am I happy when I see it and now feel empty again? Is this a place to confuse me, wondering to myself? How to get free from here?

Elia began to remember the various folklores she read. There is a story about a void made by demons and God. She began to consider, This voidness was made by which creature, demon or God?

Her memories spiraled back to some time ago, to a moment before Dalang appeared. There are voices of women and men singing a verse. The song made her heart bitter, and even more terrifyingly made her head dizzy, vomiting, to the extent that all her energy was drained.

Elia began to think. One of the verses in the verse is the key that can make it out of the void. Shortly after realizing it, Elia became frustrated because she did not know the lyrics sung by the Sindens. The situation was very unlikely to listen, after all, I never learned that foreign language. Fuck! I should have read the manuscript and translated it a long time ago.

Elia recalled the day she was interested in ancient manuscripts. Even so, the unusual shape of the letters, the smell of old, musty manuscripts, and also the uncool work in the eyes of others made Elia no longer care about it.