Lifetime as a Prism

Prologue

Here I lie... Facing a world of infinite white, a place where time doesn't exists nor I ever age, a world devoid of hunger, thirst or sleep, regardless of which horizon I glimpse at my sight is filled with a distinct mixture of silver bright tones and an endless white void, for which reason was I stranded on this place? Rather than it being a place that could be described as real it felt more as if it was a dimension of aimless wander for the restless, breaking the silence a violent hit resounds, propagating its simplistic echo for eternity, what appears to be a body now lies on the floor covered in dark robes with a few silver ornaments, the intricate design makes it look as if it was used for a spiritual ceremony, perhaps the body was used for a sacrifice? dirt and a few red stains could be perceived on the shoulder, even so the most notable characteristic wasn't its attire or cleanliness condition, rather it would be it's face.-The lack of it-. Instead, what appears to be a night sky filled with stars robbed its place, upon touching the lifeless figure face it begins to convulse almost as if it protested "from whom did you receive permission to touch it?" it squirmed in a eccentric manner as if repulsion governed it's deepest innards, following through the rest of the body would begin shifting on its size in the same manner giving the impression as if many entities were contained inside and at the same time none was the real form of the owner.-just like a Schrödinger cat- it shapes and curves in forms that force the mind to discard reason and logical pretenses, were it a crime scene it would be impossible to find a resolution to the culprit of the murder.

Next to the convulsing corpse a dog-tag and a backpack lie on the floor, the dog-tag looks pristine and shiny as if it had never been worn at all, a series of characters can be seen engraved on the plaque's surface, however upon trying to read it my voice distorts and an indescribable sound is all that there's left, once more upon attempting to decipher the name the sound gets muffled, then, it's replaced by a wailing screech that reaches the depths of your soul.-It is forbidden-. Inside the backpack lies a framed picture, except, much like the corpse that I'm growing familiar with this scenery contains an entity that continues shape shifting in front of me, it becomes a young male with a fierce gaze only to become a matured woman surrounded by an aura of death and melancholy which in turn shifts to the figure of an elder who's missing an eye, an eerie feeling creeps from the frame as if it demanded my cease of devotion for inspecting it's intrigue mysteries, a malignant presence forces me to separate from it. A loud crack is heard. -'thy soul has been crushed beyond repair'-. Where once dwelled an endless white sight now started giving its position for the sky, bringing forth the warmth that sunlight provides over my body. On this ethereal world of which I have no recollection on how I arrived to it, whom I am or what purpose do I serve I fill my heart to it's content with the sight of a crumbling reality, as pieces of this reality crash around me the only inhabitants left, the repulsed body and myself await on the inevitable end that befits us.