In Life and Death: Fate Intertwines

Chapter Four:Life Is Death and Death is Life:

I see the sea in the distance, the vast expanse that covers this world, the wonderful sea, the unknown…

But it is not water that I see in my sea, but blood… blood rushing across a wasteland, a sea of blood with fish of corpses and coral of bone..
Everything, all of it, all of the memories, they are gone…. The sky is grey and the world is black and white… “Why must it hurt so much” the girl asks her mother… but there is no answer… and as the girl turns around she realizes that even her mother is dead now… A long dead corpse holding her with bony hands and the smell of death along with her….  Broken and Bleeding, the curse of death always follows.
“Thy shall bring death upon their path,  thou shall never die yet never live, along your path the living are dead and the dead are living, that is your blessing and your people’s curse.”

Time reverses… The blood flows back into the point it started, the corpses once again become the living, and the bones become the animals they once were…. The wasteland the girl stood upon once before was now a forest full of massive trees blocking out the sun. And the point where she had been sitting upon with her mother moments before had transformed into a village. Her mother’s bones had became flesh, as her skull regained her smile.. The bones that were piercing her skin soon regaining their skin. The cold turning into warmth as the illusion fades. “But was it an illusion? It felt so real… Am I losing my mind?” the girl thinks as she looks up from her mother’s hand to her kind face. “Are you alright Roselyn?” She asks. But just then pain circulates around her body, open cuts, one after another, scars are opened and flesh is torn, blood pours out upon the floor. But her mother does nothing but watches, repeatedly asking if she was okay….. The more she says it…. The more of an echo there is…. Voices stacked on voices echoing her very words through her head. The blood keeps flowing…. A bright crimson death dragged out upon the stone floor. She wants to shout, to scream, to let out the pain of dying…. But her mouth is torn, from one side of her mouth to the other as if her skull was brutally pierced open with knives.

“So this what it is…. To save them…. To save my people… My friends…. And they are leaving me here to die… Helpless and hopeless, yet they sit and laugh to each other and wear a smile across their faces… as if my pain doesn’t exist.”

The blood continues to pour, now lining the entirety of the floor…. By now Roselyn’s mother has long left the room, careless to the situation, going off to eat at the shop. And Roselyn sits there… as blood fills the room. Covering the floor. And then her legs… followed by her torso…  burning the cuts that line her body… an unimaginable pain. As if her blood was being syphoned like water from the drain of a pool. Blood exiting into blood, filling the room, higher and higher, the crimson enveloping the spruce along the walls and the paintings that had once loomed above the furniture… but the blood doesn’t cease, it continues to rise. Soon covering Roselyn’s head.

But just as Roselyn begins to choke on her blood… it turned black…. Darker than anything Roselyn has ever seen. And in that moment, her head is submerged in the abyss, and everything goes dark.

She is awoken, surrounded by cobblestone flooring and columns leading to various shrines around her, she walks forward, and as she lifts her head to look ahead, the autumn sun looks back as it rises upon day in Tekemona, a world where hell and heaven, past and future, infinity and null, have all collided in disfigurement to create a realm of nothingness.