[0] An empty child

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A small child with long white hair awoke in an oddly small room. The youngster had no idea where he or she is or why they are here. The youngster stood alone, surrounded by unknown bodies covered in crimson liquid, in a dark and quiet place.

Who am I?

What am I doing here?

A small child asked loneliness, and no one responded; even a large tree outside this location made no noise. The child had no idea of who had lied down on the floor. The moon shone brightly, yet it was also lonely. This child seemed to be alone in the world.

Just empty.

The empty child. There's nothing there but the empty one.

What exactly am I?

'You are nothing more than an empty child.'

With a deep voice that sounded unnatural, the darkness responded. The child was unable to locate the owner of this voice, just seeing a shadow.

It murmured, 'You're such an empty child, you don't even know who your parents are.'

"Who are you?"

'Yourself. Perhaps not' it chuckled.

Suddenly, chilly windy was eager to greet a small child. A bloodied rag was blown away from a dirty mirror by the wind. As the child approached, he noticed someone in the mirror covered in a crimson liquid.

'Look at you.' A voice murmured. An unknown face, long white hair that was unkempt, and a long cloth covered in a sticky red liquid. The hair was so long that it's difficult to see the eyes. A small child stared blankly at that person.

It whispered, 'You are alone.'

'You are an unwanted child,' says the darkness. It's a pity,

'You lost everything, even yourself' it says. In a dusty mirror, a person with a black spiral maze on their face smiled back.

'You're nothing.'

"I'm nothing?"

'You are nothing. Nobody wants you.'

Such a pity word, but a child was unaffected by it.

'Perhaps I may assist you in becoming SOMETHING.'

"How?"

'Anything you want, I can do. I'll be right there by your side.'

"But I don't now who you are or who I am"

'You are HOPY, little one'

That was the first time a child realized he or she may be something.

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