He was cold. Too cold.
How was his heart still beating, his blood flowing or his mind racing? On the off chance, he was blessed with the burden of a physical form; it remained hidden from him. All he knew, for now, was a bitter frost that invaded the core of his being and began its dreaded infestation with both the means and motive to swallow him whole.
Yet he felt no fear nor trepidation at the aspect of his supposed demise, he had never lived. They had nothing to lose regardless of whether he harboured a physical form or if he was merely a wisp of consciousness floating along with the winds of time.
Pondering over the very little he knew of and dreaming of all that he did not. Trapped within a purgatory of the very little he understood. His mind could drift no further than the confines of his ignorance. Able to almost disregard the dreadful cold invading his soul; he felt some semblance of peace.
Then he burned.
The devil clawed her way out of her trench in hell to claw away at him. Incinerating him from the inside out as The Man could do nothing but endure the excruciating agony forced upon him. The stench of burning flesh and ash assaulted him as he was destroyed and built again.
Multitudes of sinews and tissues laced together to form intricate systems of muscles, that covered the bones which protected The Man's delicate marrow.
Screams and howls of agony filled the ears that had previously remained in the realm of non-existence. The Man gargled the blood from the tears he had created in his newly formed vocal cords. This was not pain. Pain was a place of respite in comparison to this hell.
He burned for what could have been a second or an eternity, suffering such as this would not bend to the rules of time.
He screamed and screamed and screamed, searching for a reprieve he knew not of. The fates eventually deemed him worthy, and his descent began.
Falling through realms of everything and nothing all sense of reality entered his senses as he comprehended the chaos surrounding him. The madness he was witnessing was the existence he had craved and he was not disappointed. Knowing he could not continue falling he braced himself for an impact of some kind to his now frail form.
BANG.
He had landed.
For the first time in his life, he was still. All movement had ceased. A peaceful silence engulfed him. His eyes fluttered open as he became familiar with the air he had to inhale and exhale to survive. This newfound weakness; he found it quite charming.
Feeling too weary to move he allowed his eyes to wander upon that which surrounded his perplexingly undamaged form. Bewitched by the seemingly endless rolls of hills, protruding from the ground and holding any shape they pleased. Moulded through the years yet never ceasing to glow various hues of green through the plentiful rays of the sun; bathing the world with its glory.
Grunting as he did so, the man pushed himself onto his back. With a great deal of effort, in contrast to his former life. Laying limp the man concluded that this haven could wait while he regained his energy.
The world would be just as perfect when he awoke.
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