The Butterfly Effect

Prologue #2

In the world of delusion, only the dead can see the truth.

My friends, they cover their eyes, blinded by lies.

It's truly regretful that you can only see the truth when you no longer exist.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears.

No matter what, even blindfolded, I am expected to chase after my dreams.

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I finally fell asleep.

Slowly, the soft colors swirls up a storm of darkness.

The "good" and the "bad", from two opposite sides, come together, creating the world we live in.

#1 Broken

A soft melody of notes plays while the piano burns, the flames moving its way towards a dark figure.

A screeching car runs through image making it shatter like glass.

My eyes snapped open, sweat covering my brow.

I sat up, closing my eyes, clearing my thoughts.

I looked around my room in daze, spotting a drawing on the floor.

I picked it up curiously.

A man in green hair stared back at me. His left eye scratched out with a red pen.

Suddenly, my room began to change. The bed moves off, a sofa replacing the space. A painting of a familiar man drags its way in front of me.

I could hear the dull splatters of raindrops, as I grab the paintbrush.

Before I could move, my eyes widened in realization.

The burning piano flashes through my mind.

I dropped the paper of the green haired man, backing away from the painting.

The canvas slowly erupts into flames, engulfing the man.

Red paint splashes onto the canvas, as the paint melts, making the man on the canvas look like he's crying.

I shook my head in disbelief, while the colors of the paint merges together. Tears began to form in my eyes, my body refusing to move itself.

"Hyung." I whispered.