The Regressor of a Saint

Precious

『 Allyn's POV 』

'Serve him, guide him, protect him.'

Those words echoed relentlessly in the depths of my mind, like whispers from an unseen presence.

I awoke in darkness, surrounded by an oppressive void that seemed to swallow every thought and sensation. The voice, insistent and commanding, offered no clues to my identity or purpose.

Lost in this abyss, I struggled to grasp any fragment of memory or understanding. Fear gripped me like icy tendrils, my thoughts consumed by the unknown.

I don't know how long I've been here; I tried seeking answers from whoever that voice belonged to, but it was all in vain.

I fear of losing myself

I'm scared

Please, whoever you are

Save me

I beg you

Let me out

Please

I'll do anything

Help me.

I pleaded silently, desperate for answers that never came.

But then, a glimmer of warmth pierced the darkness, a fleeting respite from the cold emptiness. It enveloped me, offering solace amidst the chaos.

In that fleeting moment of tranquility, I allowed myself to surrender to sleep, the weight of uncertainty momentarily lifted.

Yet even in slumber, the voice persisted, a final admonition before oblivion claimed me once more.

'Survive.'

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Cold.

The word echoed in my mind as consciousness slowly seeped back into my being. I found myself ensnared in a labyrinth of shadows, the chill of the void clinging to my every breath.

I reached out tentatively, fingers grazing against the unseen tendrils that encircled me. The darkness yielded no secrets, no answers to the questions that haunted my thoughts.

Time slipped through my grasp like water through clenched fists, leaving only the faintest trace of its passing. How long had I wandered these shadowed corridors, adrift in a sea of uncertainty?

But then, a glimmer of light pierced the darkness, a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching gloom. It beckoned to me, drawing me closer with its siren song of warmth and life.

I followed the light, each step a hesitant shuffle into the unknown. The darkness seemed to recoil at its touch, retreating to the fringes of my consciousness.

And there, amidst the swirling shadows, I found myself standing on the threshold of a world unknown. The forest stretched out before me, a tapestry of moonlit glades and whispered secrets.

Beautiful.

I ventured forth, guided by a sense of purpose that pulsed within me like a heartbeat. The trees whispered secrets in hushed tones, their leaves rustling with the weight of untold stories.

As I journeyed deeper into the heart of the forest, I stumbled upon a stream, its waters shimmering in the pale moonlight. It was a sanctuary amidst the chaos, a refuge from the darkness that threatened to consume me.

But as I approached the water's edge, a strange bubble caught my eye, drifting lazily along the surface of the stream. It seemed to beckon to me, its iridescent surface shimmering with hidden promise.