A simple symphony of my deep memories that clouded my mind. Each letter was the past that, once left behind, would never be forgotten.
The color white was cold and there was no room for anything but silence. The melody of silence was a reflection of this environment that shaped most of what I understand by 'Being'.
Time seemed like a constant, repetitive blur. Every task I was given, every exercise I was subjected to, was just one piece of something bigger.
I learned to be precise, to eliminate every error before it even started, to survive. After all, my victory in the end was what mattered. The world around me was nothing more than a sequence of perfect commands and responses.
Step By Step sukoshizutsu (少しずつ)
Step By Step little by little
Each repetition was a tiny step, a tiny mark on a straight line that seemed to lead nowhere. I didn't even know what "I" or "being" really was.
Self-knowledge was a detail, something insignificant.
What mattered was not knowing myself, but knowing the answers, knowing the paths they wanted me to follow.
Looking inside, understanding who I was, seemed irrelevant. Just another echo in a windowless room.
And I followed every instruction, every task.
At that time, the unknown was beyond reach.
I was a blank sheet of paper, molded by malicious hands that sought only what results I could generate.
A mere statistic.
There was something in me that rebelled, but also a certain fear...
Fear of what, exactly? I couldn't say.
Only of failing and of not achieving the only purpose they had given me.
Tsukamitorun da hikari o (掴み取るんだ 光を)
Take hold of the light
But as the days went by, something inside me began to grow. A subtle curiosity, a desire to understand the reason behind each answer, each lesson. This curiosity... was like a light.
Even surrounded by the brightest color, I still searched for a light, ironic, isn't it?
This concept began to whisper in my mind. I wanted that light, even though I didn't know what it was.
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COTE: The Best Version of Me
FanfictionAyanokoji Kiyotaka sees his small world inexplicably crumble as flames spread throughout the White Room. The flames crackled fiercely against the imposing white walls that had surrounded him since his birth. Ironically, the flames that engulfed ever...
