It was an awfully calm day. Some would say, too calm. How does one achieve the calmness of the sky? Maybe that was what all humans wanted at some point. Maybe others wanted the ferocity of fire. Maybe others wanted the solidity of the earth. Maybe others wanted the flexibility of water.
Life is false, and there was never a day where it wasn't, and never a day where it won't be. As much as we try to deny it, life can only be a choice, whereas death is always inevitable. So how do we avoid death?
The simple answer here is, we don't. So we do the next best thing and fight against it. We fight until our lips expel that final gust of life, until we keel over and accept our fate. We can afford to be tenacious, after all, we never chose to live in the first place, so why should it be taken away so quickly?
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He quickly realised this was becoming philosophical drivel. Looking up at the stars tended to bring that out of him. Geta lifted himself to his feet, his ardent robe proceeding his own movements. As if he were some sort of magician, he snatched an ornate notebook from his embroidered pocket and removed some strange reading glasses from the other. He squinted in a seemingly faux manner at the words written on the list.
Handwriting tells a lot about a person. Geta had quite delicate writing, like the pen was a sweeping swallow, scouring the page. Each letter flowed into the next, a concrete sense of ignition from the tinder of his words. Yet to him, they lacked something. As did his list. His eyes exaggeratedly scoured the small page, using one pair of fingers to squeeze the rim of his glasses and push them further along his small, sloping nose. Ah, so that was who was going to be next? How interesting, he pondered to himself.
Geta strode with an unnerving yet confident style as if a curious ghost was following him and he was proud of it. To the naked eye, he seemed to be whispering something to himself, while turning his head occasionally to initiate a conversation with... himself. Yes, Geta truly was alone, and nothing much was fun up here. At least it wouldn't have been, if not for this list. He let out a rather crazed nasal chuckle. Usually, Geta wouldn't dare leave the buzzing halls of his mind, but today he was doing something much worse. He was leaving these halls altogether.
Without another word or thought, the expansive hall seemingly grew out of Geta, the once empty scene and darkened night sky that absorbed all space no longer existed. He turned on his heel, his robe flapping and cascading with his movements as he turned to face his handiwork.
"The voice of my heart sings a thousand songs... no, wait that's awful, let me think about it again."
His words were temporarily loud enough to be heard by ear, perhaps in the stead of his grandiose pose, before they quietened again into various mumbled ramblings.
He stepped up to the pair of large ominous doors that hung from the ceiling. Flinging his arms out, the doors swung open, their weight disappearing.
"Ahh, fresh air..."
He flinched, flopping his tongue out of his mouth in an unmannerly fashion, scraping his tongue with the back of his hand.
"Blech, it tastes awful. What sort of taste buds do these humans have anyway?"
Geta grinned nonetheless, folding his arms in the same false way as his prior actions. He swiped the list from his pocket again, not even bothering with the reading glasses this time.
"Jin, you say? Isn't that the strange fermented drink that humans drink with medicinal liquids? Ah, nevermind, I shouldn't care so much about the pawn, the queen always takes them out anyway."
He sifted his hand into his pocket again and lifted out a small black queen chess piece and wiggled it between his thin fingers.
"If only chess worked with five people, then I could finally see what it's like to play with more than one person."
He scoffed and stuffed the chess piece and notebook back into his pocket. Speaking of pieces, the final one was being put into place today, and he was certainly impatient to see it. Just as soon as he plucked up the courage to leave again.He took the final few steps to the platform that lay just beyond the ominous double doors. He nonchalantly leant over the tips of his toes and peered over the edge. Kilometres upon kilometres of blue sky and clouds were cast out below, like a photorealistic impressionist painting. Geta gave a sarcastic whistle of astonishment. Fear was a human construct, he wouldn't want to stoop to their tactics.
He shut his eyes and with minimal fuss, spread his arms wide, and simply fell forward. Right there and then, before not a single eye, he fell. Geta Lullius, the final known sprite, holding the quintessence of Ouroboros, fell to earth. Dozens of clouds flew along the sky, crafting a swirling myriad of colourless view. Not that he cared, he could end this moment in an instant if he so wished. Through his eyes, the entire modern world was just a moment. A moment he would take much pleasure in fiddling with.
Eventually, everything seemed to be passing much too slowly for his tastes, so he simply clicked his fingers and arrived. The only question is, where had he arrived? Pitch darkness suddenly appeared from nowhere, and a dented streetlamp flickered with as much energy as there was in the blank and confounded stare of Geta as he stood facing it.
"Humans choose to live here? What a disappointment, at least the others had something more homely for me to visit."
Strangely, the style of his step remained unchanged, as he traipsed up to the landing of the generic town house, the presence of which left little to the imagination. He tilted his head in a way much reminiscent of a dog, as he held one last question.
Should he knock, or use the doorbell?
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