Darkness: Land of Nightmares

XVI

Nalu looked up at the sun, it was covered by the gray clouds, which made it not shine that bright, he watched the clouds rotate, meaning that the planet is spinning on its axis. Nalu began contemplating, giving him room for thinking, he thought to himself that in this single galaxy, there are eighty-seven thousand million stars, some much bigger than the sun, whilst others are way smaller, and others are roughly the same size, varying in colors.

All those stars brightening up the cosmos made him realize that light is so easy to love, and darkness is so easy to hate. Nalu looked at Echo for a quick second, he was just walking along the white sands deliberately. Nalu paid him at most attention back to the sky, he continued to think to himself, that he was incapable of conceiving infinity, but not settling for finitism.

"I find it enthusiastically ebullient that we're nothing but particles pontificating on infinity, and that no matter what happens on the earth, the universe just goes on and on," Nalu said, turning his attention back to Echo, who just walked in silence. Although Echo enjoyed listening to Nalu rant on and on, he found it interesting that he was so captivated by all the wonders of existence and the beauty that comes along with it.

"Sorry, I talk about the universe a lot, I'm kind of obsessed with it, it's just so engrossing, and beyond sensationalism, for such a big universe you surely have to use big words for correspondence," Nalu said.

He then thought about the other being he felt, a being that dwelt beyond the supreme archetype, the author of existence and nonexistence. This world and every world is chapters to this other, a book to it, every event is written there emanates from the will of the author.

This other was the Overseer, it was the author to authors, while authors write fiction as their fictional world, the Overseer writes their lives as merely another chapter in its infinite page book.

While the Overseer writes, the Oversear is the eyes which read, everyone who reads a piece of fiction is inhabited by the Oversear, beings who exist beyond the book is merely another reader, another one of the Oversear.

They exist in the same void, a void beyond the void which the supreme archetype dwelled, but there were still others, these others dwelt in voids beyond even this one, these final others were the Gods to even the Overseer, these final beings were sovereignty over the Overseer and Oversear.

"Am I irritating you?" Nalu asked as he looked over at Echo, who still hasn't said a single word, he was lost in thought himself, thinking to himself about who would want to hurt and inflict damage on such an innocent and cheerful kid, at the age of 9 at that, he then thought that he should get revenge for him because Nalu is only 15, he cannot fight them off by himself.

"No," Echo said, finally breaking the silence.

"Tell me, is the 'organization' or whatever around here? The one that made your parents do their dirty work, and now you," he questioned, Nalu looked confused, then he thought to himself about what his objective was going to be if he told him, does he plan on soloing an entire building worth of highly trained men with loaded rifles by himself?

"Yes," Nalu said. He then looked around, he then took off his backpack and opened it up then took out his compass and the map, stopping northwest, "it's roughly 10 miles that way," he said pointing in that direction, he put the compass back into his book bag and zipping it back up, he held open the map and began walking.

Echo walked after him and stared at the back of Nalu's head, wondering to himself why all the good people in the world get traumatized, emotionally abused, and do so wrong by the bad ones. Why is the world full of cruelty, why do the bad people of the world feel inflicted to indulge in pain onto those who are good? Or why do those who are more successful in life at the age of someone else feel the need to drag them down, gaslight them and make them feel terrible about their living habits?