(Inspired by Solo Leveling.)
At world's end and all that is left is the shadow swallowing it whole - but in my mind, I know... that it isn't my end. It is yours.
Hidden in what looks like a tomb - I haven't stopped running for days now. There are new creatures that have been following me and they are endless. Nox says they can smell my shadow... sense me.
I can't hide from them forever. They keep finding me. I am deathly tired - I haven't slept properly and I am not able to reach the chasm because something is waiting for me. I can feel it. Even now... days later I can still recall the way it felt staring at me.
I am now resting behind a large stone door with my back against it. In the darkness ahead of me, I can't see anything. I can't talk to Nox because that would give me away - I am alone again. How much time has passed?
I want to go home, someone please save me already. I breathe out with a chuckle as I rest my eyes for a bit.
We stood still in the dark.
I open my eyes as I hear a voice speak in front of me, "No..."
Despair. Am I not your hand?
I furrow my brow, "Are you talking to me?" I weakly lift myself.
The other Nightmares. They fear you, they fear me. I am Memory. I am your equal, where there are memories despair will bloom.
The voice is more an echo, an echo of the past. It isn't talking to me but it is somehow reaching my thoughts. I weakly lift myself dragging my feet towards the voice. Listening to it speak.
I am what you made me be.
Made? I walk through what looks like an abandoned building - the inside is caked in dust but it is empty of all life.
Memories are nothing but mere shadows? The Shadows will become your end.
I reach what looks like a tomb, the only thing with light shining on it. It is partially open with faint traces of black mist travelling above it. I hover my hand over it to see that my shadows are slowly drifting towards it of their own volition.
My death will mark a shift. The other may despise me, but I am Memory.
I then mutter to myself, "Memory," the shadow on my body crawls into the tomb in front of me.
I can't pull my hand back nor move my body, I am frozen in place as my shadows start to pour off from the edges of the tomb. The top suddenly moves to create a heaving sound before all of the shadows retreat back into my body.
From the tomb, something rises through the top hovering over it. Staring at me.
"(Y/N)," He calls me by my name.
"How do you-"
"I am Memory," it places its hand over its chest to greet me. "I have read through your life, Shadow. I lived through it."
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