His most distant memory began within the darkness--a place where he heard nothing, saw nothing, and felt nothing. It was just that empty. Yet at the same time, he knew he was walking. To where, he wouldn't know. But despite the darkness that surrounded him, he was comfortable.
And he didn't want to leave it.
He didn't know when it started but everything grew clearer. He must be nearing his destination somehow, and he noticed how little orbs of flickering lights floated within that space akin to snow, except that they ascended from the ground below and disappeared.
It was an interesting sight, so in his daze he reached out his fingers. The glowing orbs merely phased through his hand as if he was nonexistent. Or perhaps those orbs were ghosts of his imagination. Either way, he was left to wonder exactly what they were, but nonetheless he pressed forward.
Until he stopped.
What...had he been doing? Where was he? Why was he there?
The unease brought by the realization replaced the strange comfort he had been basking in. And along with it came the strange question.
Who was he?
He'd stopped. He'd hesitated. And now he turned back. He went against the flow. Something told him he would find the answer if he did. He wanted to learn, to know his name, know who he was and who he could have been.
As he retracted his footsteps, he realized at that moment that he wasn't alone. In that unknown place of darkness appeared silhouettes of people heading off towards the same direction, like a river with but a single flow. And he, ordinary as he was, broke that tranquility.
He was the resilient rock of abnormality.
So it wasn't strange when he found himself in the middle of a thousand gazes, empty eyes all saying the same thing.
Where are you going?
But he didn't listen to the voices within that void. Even when he felt he would give up, even when he felt that something was dragging him back, even when he could hear a sweet and gentle voice calling for him to return, he didn't look back.
Because he knew he wanted to live again.
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Sinners - The Puppet (currently being re-written)
Любовные романыApril 5, X027. A man dead. A postcard left. A mystery unsolved. Shades are creatures born from the darkness within human hearts. Hundreds of years have passed since these monsters first roamed the earth, as if to ever remind humanity that they can n...
