Passive Hatred

First Death

In the enveloping darkness of a forgotten place, ££££ found himself(?) utterly disoriented. He couldn't recall how he got there or even who he was. His mind was a like a raging river that was going in the opposite direction of the sea current while constantly fighting back, devoid of memories that might offer him a clue to his identity or his current predicament.

As he stood(?) still, straining to see through the pitch-black surroundings, panic began to set in. Each movement he took seemed to echo infinitely, bouncing off unseen walls that closed in around him. His heart raced with every breath as he fumbled through the darkness, searching desperately for any sign of light or sound.

Time lost its meaning in that obscure realm. Minutes felt like hours, and hours like days. ££££'s only solace was the faint hope that somewhere, someone might be looking for him. But who would know where to start? His mind was a void, an abyss of unanswered questions.

Suddenly, a distant sound pierced through the silence—a faint whisper that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once.££££ strained to hear it, his senses heightened by the consuming darkness. The whisper grew louder, morphing into indistinct voices that murmured incomprehensible words.

Driven by a primal instinct, ££££ followed the sound, his steps cautious yet determined. Gradually, a faint glow began to illuminate the path ahead. It was faint at first, like a distant star in a moonless sky, but it grew steadily brighter with each cautious step he took.

As he approached the source of the light, shapes began to emerge from the shadows—structures, perhaps buildings, or remnants of what once was. The voices grew clearer, though their words remained elusive. ££££ felt a strange mix of relief and apprehension as he navigated this surreal landscape.

Finally, at the edge of the light, ££££ discovered a doorway—a portal leading out of the darkness that had enveloped him for so long. With trembling hands, he pushed it open, and blinding sunlight flooded his vision. Tears welled in his eyes as he stepped into the world beyond, leaving behind the mysterious realm of darkness and forgotten memories.

YOU WILL DO WELL LETS HOPE YOU DONT FAIL AS THAT WILL LIKLY  END UP WITH THE DEATH OF ALOT OF PEOPLE WE WOULDNT WANT THAT TO HAPPEN KNOW WOULD WE

££££ THAT IS NO LONGER YOUR NAME YOU HAVE NOW BEEN STRIPED OF YOUR LIMATATIONS 

GO NOW MY CHOSEN CHILD FOR YOUR PORPUSE IS TO STOP THE SQUIBLES OF MY SIBLINGS BEFORE THEIR FIGHT KILLS US ALL 

BUT FOR NOW LET US START SIMPLE 

LET ME TELL YOU OF A  S P E  I  C   I E L      T   A   L   E.

 

££££ awoke with a sharp intake of breath, his body engulfed in a symphony of pain. As consciousness slowly returned, he attempted to move, only to find his limbs unresponsive, heavy and numb like lead. Panic surged within him as he tried to make sense of his condition. How had he ended up like this?

Fragments of memories teased his mind—a shadowy alley, a sudden impact, and then darkness. Was he in an accident? The uncertainty gnawed at him as he struggled to comprehend the reality of his situation.

He (unwillingly) closes his eyes as his body demands rest from the unknown attack thus he falls asleep but right before he can he could feel himself losing his self his memories or rather what remained of them were slowly disappearing so with every once of willpower he had he forces himself to remember.  

££££'s eyes fluttered open, greeted by a dim, ethereal blue glow that seemed to emanate from the walls around him. As awareness slowly seeped into his consciousness, he became acutely aware of a dull ache spreading throughout his body. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in his side forced him to relent, lying back against the cool, damp surface beneath him.

Panic began to rise as he took in his surroundings—a small cave, its walls shimmering faintly with a mysterious blue luminescence. The air was thick with a damp, earthy scent, and the faint rustling of unseen creatures echoed in the distance.

Memories flickered in ££££'s mind like distant stars in a cloudy sky. He strained to recall how he ended up in this strange place, but his thoughts felt fragmented, disjointed. He couldn't remember anything before waking up here—no familiar faces, no recognizable landmarks. It was as if his memory had been wiped clean, leaving him adrift in this surreal cavern.

With cautious movements, ££££ managed to sit upright, ignoring the protests of his protesting muscles. He glanced around, taking in the curious sight of glowing flowers that dotted the cave floor, their soft blue light casting an otherworldly hue over everything. Each petal seemed to pulse gently, casting strange shadows on the cave walls.

As he struggled to make sense of his predicament, a soft rustling caught his attention. Turning slowly, ££££ saw a small creature—a furry, rabbit-like animal with luminous eyes—peeking at him from behind a cluster of glowing flowers. It regarded him with curiosity, its ears twitching in the dim light.

"Hello there," ££££  murmured softly, his voice hoarse from disuse. The creature seemed unfazed by his presence, continuing to observe him with cautious interest.

Feeling a mix of awe and trepidation,££££  gingerly touched one of the glowing flowers near him. Its petals felt cool to the touch, radiating a gentle warmth that soothed his nerves. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had stumbled upon something extraordinary, something beyond the realm of his previous understanding.

"Hey do you think mom will be pissed we sneak out to comes see these echo flowers." That- that is not something he expected. did the flower just talk. It spoke in the voice of a child but what did it mean this can speak on their own. No the voice of the child said that it came here to see these "Echo flowers" it would make sense that they would call it that.  

As minutes stretched into hours, Adam remained in the cave, his mind racing with unanswered questions. Where was he? How had he come to this mysterious place? And most importantly, was there a way back to the world he once knew?

With a heavy heart, ££££ realized that for now, there were no easy answers. But as he watched the soft glow of the flowers and listened to the voices that came from them he could picture together where he was as  gentle rustling of the cave's inhabitants, a sense of calm began to settle over him. Perhaps this place held secrets that could unlock the mysteries of his forgotten past. Until then, he would wait for the pieces of his memory to fall into place like the delicate petals of the glowing flowers around him.