Lacuma

he felt hopeless

Sadness crucked him with the overwhelming force of a gigant wave , and he drowned in it's embrace. He woke up. Seeing a dark canvas freckled with a billion droplets of white paint , thinking that moving will make him feel better , which if obviously not true ,feeling dizzy, he decided to walk around , some time after he lounch into a forest , suffocated by it's own branches , the forest looked like a sprawling fortress, baricading the earth from the warmth of the sun and the blue of the sky , feeling like a thousand needles pincked his skin , and hearing the sounds of the fascinating animals, he decided to run, to run for his life , while running he felt some wet drops on his coat , deciding to run faster he saw some iron gates while a thunder hit the wet dead dark green grass , he stopped , gently running his finger over the ghost-cold iron gates,he falt the cold of the metal slowly step into his bones , and moving the gate a bit ,he realised that it was wide opened , we went in , badly raining , harly seeing , in the middle of the giant smokey flowers , on the right part, under a dark apple tree , he saw a grave , he walked slowly to check it , covered in sweat and feeling his clothes heavier ,he sweep the smut of the gave and the cold stabbed him in the chest like a sharp knife, sending spickes of pain all over his body , shallowed him in it's darkness making his heavy breath be slighty visible and his vision darker , but the only thing he could read was Zelda Ve........., decided to ignore it , deciding to walking around , hardly seeing , he saw so many flowers , that looked different but the same at the same time he opened the flashlight and took a flower , thinking that he can keep it , went at the door , and tried to open it , pressing harder and harder and harder he opened it , closed the flashlight and pressed on the floorboards, they seemed dusty, and wet, obviously crumbling with age ,cracked as eerie tune beneath his footsteps, slowly walking he was looking around , dark wooden walls , spider webs , huge candles and big curtains and smokey windows full of fine dark particles , everything looked messy and untouched for years. He left a heat around his ankles, looked down and the dusty old floorboards started burning, like the unfurling petals of a toxic-colored flower , the flames rose up and he saw it , heavy crimson eyes in the right top corner of the room, the fear was like a cold hand who held him like a partener in an ice-skating burtal dance .
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Hey,pls tell me if i should continue this :D
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