The forbidden diary

The forbidden diary- part 1

Chapter 1

When the last petal falls into the abyss

Sometimes we have dreams about our history and the events that led to us not being able to live in peace with it. It's often better to put the past behind us and go on with our lives, but what if we've dived into someone's history and decided to be the protagonist of their story? What if we went too far and it began to shatter our reality and confuse us with its occurrences to the point where we lost track of who we were? A narrative that has the potential to break the very fabric of our lives and entangle the threads of fate, leaving us on a murky path with endless possibilities. Dreams are nothing but delusions and fantasy, yet despite their deception, they include a degree of truth. We strive for dreams of a fresh Beginning and rediscovering the new world we can call home, but it will all be demolished the moment we open our eyes, pleading to God to send us back but to no avail. When we delve deep into our minds, we may contain an entire world filled with the unknown, making us wonder about its secrets and question the what if's, making it seem almost philosophical. What if we dreamt about a tale of humans who were shattered by a world harsher than the blazing fire or the bitter cold, and who turned into their own monsters and got lost through their time unable to move on. Broken hearts that once were as bright as the gleaming sun in spring, but their brightness began to fade amid the gloomy shadowed destinies, till it became a cold black sunless soul. What if we dreamt about a world that had been altered because of the constant conflicts and destruction that nature decided to step in and rebirth the planet to its original shape, trees filled the plains with all the colors envisioned, towers and castles blended with nature to produce an aesthetic form of abstraction giving the sensation of familiarity. The world of this place was quiet and serene as if time had frozen, and the sunlight of the fall season shone through the birch trees as their leaves began to fall and dwindle to the grassland field, and as the wind swept through the air, as it carried the leaves off the ground. The world inside the woods felt alienated from the rest of the world, a strange history behind the place that led to it being left behind and letting time devour its soul slowly until it was now left behind, but it also felt like a barrier for gloomy and a safe space with her to Venture to wherever she desired around the woods. She entered the woods, and prepared herself for a long night of discoveries, carrying her Lateran and a map she had created over the years of exploring the woods. A mild breeze blasted over her face as she took her first step into the woods, sending a chill down her spine, but she continued her stroll as she had done many times before. The tree roots were abnormally enormous and twisted, unlike anything she had ever seen in her life in the woods, yet they were naturally maintained as if it grew organically twisted, but because it barred her access to the unknown, she had to climb her way through the linked roots. As she

climbed through the linked roots that were tough to crawl through, she accidentally missed a little hill concealed behind a big root and fell into it, causing the Lateran to be demolished and the light paper map to be lost as the wind blew it away. She found herself in a strange region she had never been to before when she stood up in an unknown land looking for her map but was unable to locate it. As the minutes passed and the wind continued to blow through the woods with its lovely notes, she noticed a path that was curiously made of rocks and led someplace deep within the woods, so she decided to follow it as she thought it might lead to an exist too. On her trip through the passage, she discovers that the channel circles around a waterfall that mirrored the warmth of the sun. The waterfall had a passage behind it, but the road went behind it as well, as it was filled with odd mushrooms and various flora below the waterfall. Something about that spot captivated her, making her want to come there for a picnic one day because of how naturally beautiful it was, and the warm combination of chilly air made it the ideal stop for relaxing and releasing tension and worry. She walked into the corridor behind the waterfall and was dazzled by the natural light that came through it, yet she remained there again and kept her eyes behind the currents of water clearly seeing the shape of the sun. On her route, she entered a little field of red grass, which confused the path she had been following. She paused to take a deep breath as the wind blew from behind, fluttered the grass, and the leaves fell like petals of snow, and as all of this was happening, gloomy felt peaceful yet adventurous sense of courage that there might be more beauty that lied behind the trees, behind the mountains that shaped like walls, preventing anyone from entering or leaving its cage. The butterflies floated overhead in all different colors and forms, and some even perched on top of Gloomy's head and flapped its wing gently before flying away with the others as winter's cold and harsh weather began to approach and everything began to slumber too deep dreams. As the road continued to lead her to its finish, the forest began to change color, going from nearly lemon-like colors mixed with fall colors to virtually enveloping the ground in orange-like colors, as the sun shone from the top and making the spot she was in almost unrealistically beautiful. Since it was packed with birch trees that were joined to one another as if merging from inside, what lay behind the trees grew more fuzzy and harder to recognize. Gloomy resumed her trek, happy to be in a location she had never visited before, but equally terrified that she might never return home. The sound of birds faded as she delved deep into the unknown, the wind began to roar louder and louder as it carried a rug of leaves with it and made the road difficult to see. As she walked down the rocky path, she covered her face with her arms to keep the leaves from hurting her eyes. She sees at the end of the road a hill that leads to more land filled with mountains, which disappoints her, but as she approaches the edge of the road she sees an oddly shaped gate with no doors that had strange shapes and symbols on it that was visible from afar, but as she tried to look more closely she didn't see the root that stuck out of the ground that led her to stumble downwards by it. As she rose up from the muddy ground, she felt a lingering headache. She glanced about with bewildered eyes, not knowing where she was as she tried to wipe the dirt from her face that was blocking her eyesight, but not long after she spotted the gate entry she had earlier watched from afar. The gate was riddled with mysteries, from fissures in its columns to the mystery arrow that was wounded inside the gate and left there for a time to consume it. The gate's emblems were bizarre gothic-style art that was sculpted all around the wall with words from a long-forgotten language. She inspected it from a close distance as she approached it, trying to figure out what it was doing in this strange land. The wind howled its chilly breath announcing the approach of winter, leaves withered of old age while the tree finally loses its elegance and beauty while offered the dying moments of its natural and beautiful wood texture and how magnificent it is, with its yellow petals as the fall calmly created a sea filled with all kinds of leaves. There was once a country deep within the woods that flourished on silver and gold, towns with fountains spewing clean water, and people clothed in finessed garments. As the seasons passed and the trees gather each year's narrative, all that vanished when a curse set by the gods jealously turned them against each other and devastated them until no one remained to tell the tale. Now, the kingdom that was popular with mankind has become its shadow, ravaged by an angry spirit that seeks a second chance due to their unjust execution at the hands of the gods. Some claim that the spirits of the Former people remain imprisoned within the ruins, and it would take a courageous or insane individual to enter their domain. Gloomy resided among its tall columns and broad field of wheat as it spanned kilometers of the woods as it was cycled about like a barrier to the field in the land of the forgotten where life was kept without people meddling with its beauty. with leaves as vivid as the colorful grass in spring and a setting so ridiculously gorgeous that you could only dream of it Despite its holy elegance Gloomy had spent her life in an abandoned old mushroom home to further her studies as it was the ideal site for the old artifacts that humanity had left centuries back. Her state of mind may have been harmed by her solitude, but with determination, she managed to hold it together for the longest time, but as the house rotten she became more hallucinatory, as she would be confused between days and night while panicking when time breaks for her. As the days went slow and quiet and the tress felt as if they were frozen in time, Gloomy roamed through its peaceful path filled with old monuments coated in the mold while the vines and roots of nature merged between their cracks together to be one as the petals of trees withered away and the sound of the woodland whispers their parting song before their deep slumber. The ruins were from various eras and were spread throughout the woodlands. Some of these ruins have been well preserved as a testament to history and what it has done to influence the present. Humans once thieved throughout its lands developed and evolved till they met their demise when envy filled their hearts and souls, turning them against one another till none have remained to rectify their wrongdoing. As she continued her journey into the unknown ruins to seek a relic from its history, she noticed a golden bright light coming from the woods and wanted to pursue it, thinking it may lead someplace else, a different conclusion, or a new beginning, but all of her ideas faded when Gloomy discovered an old, molded diary quietly placed on a tree log among the ruins. But it was the notebook's strange mark, which symbolized a crimson red sun that set it apart from the rest of the ruin's relics. Gloomy gazed upon it so eagerly to obtain its knowledge, but something About the diary made it strange and captivating. The diary was full of secrets to be discovered, secrets that one should not pry on. She carried the diary with her and continued her excavation, and with each step, she took while clutching the diary, the wind grew colder and more foreboding, and an unpleasant sense of goosebumps rushed down her spine, making her envision something haunting her. The leaves swirled in unusual patterns around her and the wind whispered strange language to her as if it came from the diary she was holding in her arms. When it came to the diary, something inside her heart was both afraid and yearning for knowledge. Something about the diary was cursed due to the swirling vines and the molded pages showing old age. As gloomy opened the book Nature's voice 'vanished, and the sound of wind vanished in a finger snap. In the initial pages of the diary, it stated something that made gloom feel unease as It started "To truly understand the subject you wish to characterize or to describe the sensation is generated, oneself must endure its beauty. Loneliness is a ghost, a little but loud ghost that wails near your ears and echoes through your thoughts, creating a sense of dread. Loneliness occurs when you realize that no matter what you do, you will always be alone with your thoughts, till you go insane starting befriending your own mind due to how regimented your life may be. a room that is empty but plagued by noises that bounce from wall to wall screaming out to something, but no one responds, while you urgently attempt to yell and scream from the tops of your ears". While gloomy in the first pages of the diary an unnerving feeling of dread and fear of something that was unknown. While the sun went to sleep and the trees began to diminish, gloomy was trembling with terror having a sense of not

being alone in the woods as something stalked her from somewhere she cannot see. Gloomy saw glowing eyes staring at her, waiting for her to approach it all with full fervor of curiosity out amid the woods. Both gloomy and the thing stared at each other for a few minutes before gloomy realized that the sun had set and it was time for her to return home, but with every centimeter she took, the thing approached her significantly faster, until she hesitantly ran for her dear life, far away from the danger that began its dreadful chase of its pray. gloomy proceeded to sprint towards her house, unwilling to look back. Fearing that the thing that was pursuing her, she thought how frightening the creature had been and what unspeakable sufferings awaited her if she couldn't get to her house. She made it out of the woods into an open field of hills, with her house waiting for her with open doors on top of the highest hills, but the thing's sound abruptly stopped, potentially causing gloom to look behind her for a split second with sweat pouring like rain and a back stiff as a standing brick, but nothing was behind her. Gloomy's veins flowed with serenity as she exhaled loudly, releasing her concerns and worry and being relieved that whatever was chasing her had ended at some point. As a sudden wind screamed loudly behind her, a cold freezing air crawled up her spine, gloomy's soul felt relieved. As she neared her old house, she felt a sense of safety but also nervousness, as if she couldn't remember the house she had lived in as a youngster. As she cautiously turned the doorknob to prevent crushing it, the mushroom house's door opened and made a cracking noise. She went inside, her eyes as sleepy as the moon, and stumbled around the house until she arrived at her room. Her chamber was small, but it was packed with shelves of books and antiques she had gathered over the years, as well as yellowish-green fungus growing all over the spherical walls that resembled veins. She tripped a little as she approached her small and spacious bedroom with a double mattress made out of leather and a blanket made out of cotton. She fell into a deep sleep and attempted to focus on entering the dream world in order to escape the reality of what had happened. Her skull throbbed with a terrible headache, causing her to pass out as a ghostly figure loomed in front of her, staring at her. She fluttered open her eyes slightly as she looked out over the field of orange grass that danced as the wind blew its chilling breath. She rose up and found she was in an empty world surrounded by trees, a completely dead land. She proceeded to walk towards the horizon, not knowing what would happen when she found the end, but as she was wandered aimlessly, a shadowy figure stood distant, pointed towards the crimson red sun as it peeked at the land as a sign of the second day's arrival. It initially perplexed her, but as it grew towards the light, it grew at a ridiculous size that was unrealistically dreamlike. The sun faded from Gloomy's eyes as she dropped into a dark and frigid abyss, unable to hear her cries given the huge bottomless pit she fell into. She awoke in the middle of a cold windy night from a nightmare she almost died in, perspiration pouring from her brow and her hand shacked with terror from slipping into the abyss. Gloomy rose up to sip a cup of warm water downstairs in the living room, and as she made her steps gently, she sensed a nagging feeling of something behind her taking the same steps she took to hide from the light of the candle she carried, and as she moved the light, she held behind her but saw nothing. She enters the living room, the fireplace breathing chilly due to its woodless mouth and lack of warmth. As she warmed herself from the bitter cold, she tiptoed her way to the fireplace and fed it the leftover wood blanks. She clings to her robe as she crawls inside it. She thought about the period of time when her house was less moldy and more alive and gorgeous, but as her addiction to knowledge and adventure worsened and started to hear the people around her who had once lived in the house fade like ghosts. The warm flames of the fireplace began to dim as she began to slumber, and she has whisked away to the dream realm moments later. Suddenly, a tremendous thunder with dazzling lighting woke her out of her slumber as her heart leaped from shock and fright. She rose up and tried to recall her memories from before she slept, but she ultimately chose to go back to her bedroom and continue sleeping. As she approached her room and was about to turn the doorknob, a peculiar sensation of terror crept up her spine, forced her to turn her back, but she saw nothing creeping from behind her, hence she opened the door after a sigh of relief blew from her trembled lips. She drifted into her comfortable warm bed and fell into a deep slumber, shutting her eyes shut from exhaustion. In deep slumber, she slipped down into a dark bottomless hole while staring into the sky to see a little crimson red light that emanated from the hole she fell into, but it went away as she sank deeper and farther away from the light, till just a fragment of the light could be seen. She cried, she wailed loudly needing help, but one was able to hear her inside the abyss she fell from.