He was a lone wanderer and an experiment enthusiast seeking for adventures, challenges, and answers for the questions he had on humans. Logically, he wanted to test the hypotheses he had been writing.
Along the crossroad, he saw a person looming from a bright path. It was almost blinding him. Soon enough, he trekked to the direction of the light and was satisfied from what he has seen—a perfect subject for his experiment to a mad scientist like him.
The subject was tangible, easy to manipulate and what made it better was that the subject adored his madness.
The wanderer tamed his subject with his wisdom and humbleness.
Wisdom and humbleness.
Wisdom and humbleness.
Wisdom and humbleness.
But those were just lies...
Those were just some parts of his vast objectives...
It was all empty words and broken promises...
It was all part of his majestic plan...
The day has come where he has gone tired of the subject and so he left her.
He has left her at the same path where he first saw her.
Though something has changed.
There was no bright light that could blind anyone who wanders around the path.
Its bright light turned into a dull gray.
Cold. Hollow. Glum.
From then on, the once bright path couldn't lift the woeful aura.
It stays like that.
For the rest of her life.
