Magnus Academy: The Cursed Blood Continuance

Redemption: Act II

A Soul That Longs For A Chance of Life

I don't dislike this.

A nothingness, almost as though a void that renders me of any perception. Like a long dark corridor with no particular direction, no platforms, no lights, no temperature--where there is only silence. I could not hear anything, nor I could see in this absolute blackness. Yet there is that emotion lingering everywhere, like something weightless and gentle passing by through an echo before disappearing again.

The emotion was almost ruthless, for it leaves that certain emptiness inside me, it's cold and deep--as though I was never used to this sensation but at the same time, I do not truly mind like a part of me longed for this peace, this tranquility. I find myself somehow fond of this sensation, but I could not perfectly describe how despite liking it so, I feel like I was never meant to be here...like I should be somewhere else.

And then come the questions, fragments of missing answers growing the more moments seem to pass. I do not have any recollection of where I am, nor why am I here. All I know is that I simply exist, alone drowning in this dark--endless space. Sometimes, I hear a voice. I have no such knowledge of where it comes from but it's there, knocking through this emptiness.

It simply talks, its voice enveloping the place carrying this familiar tone, sounding almost like a melody. It was an ironical change in this silence, yet it would come almost frequently sometimes that I cannot help myself but long for its voice. Even less frequently, I see vague scenes appearing like a chain of distant images, floating right around me and just like how sudden they would appear--they fade, the images long forgotten.

It would seem as though I am in a hazy dream, my consciousness lightly swaying back and forth in this peace I call my sanctuary. I do not desire nor greed for any more than this, I merely exist to settle in this void, feeling various flows of passing emotions. If I concentrate enough, I could even feel those lingering emotions as my own before they are able to fade out of sensation.

I like this contentment, the serenity this sanctuary exudes... but I wonder if there is anything beyond this, if there are colours, more sound--I know there is, I can feel the sensations of all life flowing from out there towards here, yet they are not my own.

I am nothing but simply a consciousness existing to watch over these sensations before their passing, so that more new ones would pass by again--a loop that I have never grown tired of overseeing despite how seemingly lacking everything is. As though there's something out there for me. But that is simply a humouring thought.

This sanctuary is me as I am one with this place. This space is my consciousness, my domain that no matter how endless or infinite this darkness is--I can feel everything in here. There is nothing out there that my consciousness cannot reach, this infinite loop of emotions flowing inside from various regions is an evident of that. I can feel the world, I may cannot see nor hear it, but I do.

These foreign emotions sometimes distract me from this seeping emptiness I feel as my own, which is why I cannot help but entertain the thoughts of what the world would feel if I could see past this blank sight and past this soundless vacuum.

"Greetings, Progenitor of Emotions."

There came that voice again, the feelings behind the sound swaying ever-so-lively around me. It felt alive...it makes me wonder if that's how being alive feels like, to know the difference between simply knowing it myself than feeling it. But there's this part of me that disliked the thought of life, as though I despise the thought of being somewhere that isn't in this sanctuary-- I recognized it as fear.

"Time passes differently for all of life, Dear Progenitor."

Certainly, that, I am aware. I can feel everything after all, those both from Death and Life, from Rebirth and Destruction--all of those in the reign of existence, I can sense them all. That includes even time and fate. Naturally, every movement of time and every twist of fate, both flow carrying emotions that I am aware.