In The Millennial World

23

The tension between us lingered, thick and suffocating...
Like a storm cloud that refuses to break.
It was awkward.,
This silence....
Neither of us are willing to say what we truly felt...
Perhaps..... because we didn't know what it was...
Or maybe... because it was safer this way.
I told myself I was fine.
Tye stillness between us wasn't uncomfortable, that it was better to let it be.
Watching over her was enough, wasn't it? Kisara, the girl who endured so much
The cruel jeers, the rocks hurled at her by a heartless crowd.
She bore it all without breaking herself

Mostly, it was just us now.,
Together in this quiet space.
But nothing more.
Nothing more.... than what I realized to what I reminded myself.

And yet....

There was something in the way she set in her
soft presences that just seems unyielding.
A fragile strength that made me feel so small.

What could I do?
I stared at the horizon, trying to push the weight of it all away.,
But... the guilt clung to me.
The thought that I could have stopped it..
I could have done more—
It gnawed at me.
I hated this feeling..,,

It was this helplessness..
This whatever feeling this is..

Even as I sat there unmoving
I knew the truth.
I just... couldn't....
I couldn't look at her without feeling the chasm between who I was and who I wanted to be
She was just someone...
Just someone..
And who's this girl in the long white blue hair
She seem similar like I know someone
I don't know how exactly...

Kisara...
Who is she?
Where did she come from?
And why does it feel like I've known her before...?

She's enigmatic in ways I can't quite grasp.
Her presence is quiet yet profound..
Leaving me unable to look away.
It's almost as if she's nothing more than a fleeting shadow—
Or perhaps she's everything..
A hidden truth waiting to be uncovered.

Just... who is she?
And why is she here?
What is she running from?

When I saved her from those villagers—
When I saw the fear in her eyes,
I couldn't help but wonder...
What does the world want from her?
What weight does she carry that I cannot see?

There's something there..
Something.. that would be a thing I should understand but don't.
And yet....
I can't shake the feeling that I'm on the edge of something monumental.
I'm overthinking, being lazy, or simply chasing illusions.
Or maybe.....
Maybe the world is shifting around me,
A reality crumbling at its edges,
Pulling me into something far greater than
I can comprehend

I closed my eyes trying to dream..
Trying to escape.
But.... reality always pulls me back.
It's like I'm caught in a cycle.,,
Opening my eyes to the harshness of the real world...
Only to shut them again in search of a fleeting wonderland.
It feels impossible..

Impossible...to reconcile everything happening around me...
To hold together a world that seems to stretch farther apart with every breath.

How did it come to this?
How did everything become so visible,...
So overwhelming?

I thought this journey would be simple..
A path I could walk without breaking..
Without losing pieces of myself along the way. But instead... it's a road that ends in twist..
Between reality and unreality..
Forcing me to confront truths I'm not sure I'm ready for.

With Kisara here... resting.,
Waiting that there are moments of stillness.
Saving her from those villagers was the right thing to do... but...
It's the weight of that decision lingers.
Did I make things better?
Or did I just make them more complicated?
I don't know.
All I know is that I'm overwhelmed..
Torn... between doing what's right and what's necessary.

And now Bakura is out there...
He's on loose and he's more dangerous than ever
His shadow will looms over everything.
It's my responsibility to stop him... to save the world from whatever chaos he'll unleash.
I have to complete this mission.,.

No matter the cost, I can't fail.
It's the future that remains
Leaving me to wonder if I can withstand of the world around me