All there was was a shadow, and all there was were darkness and silence. Other than that there's
nothing.
Don't think about anything. Don't picture anything out in your mind because I told you, there's nothing. You're still imagining how it looks like here, don't you? I said stop. Just fucking stop it. Stop imagining. The bright sun casting light over things. The landscapes still kilo meters away but still looks so refreshing, so calming, so beautiful. The green plants. The tall trees each with fruits beneath its thick leaves. A man and a woman. A bite-only fruit. A snake. A "God". Multiple species of animals everywhere. From cats to dogs, from fishes to whales. From pumas to lions, from birds to bats. All living in harmony with a couple of humans, only for it to be destroyed by temptation - by the fruit. Them walking out of the harmonious land for the disruption they did. Living on their own, covering their bodies with leaves and fur because of malice coming to being with them as the cause, and for their covers to be removed because their lust was one thing and they weren't able to hold it back so they had se-
Hey, what now? I told you to stop thinking about other things that might have existed here, right? Because as I said, there's nothing here. Nothing. Civilizations rising, technology improving, and nature degrading. People working dishonestly and earning at least a million a month. People working wholeheartedly and earning money not enough for a week. English, Science, and maths. History, writing, Philosophy, and arts. Long and thick lines of asphalt, gravel, and cement on strips of land. Tall glass structures with steel foundations. Buildings for education, businesses, homes. Vehicles of machine, gas, and oil rubbing their wheels on dry but hot asphalt. Winds soaring through vacuum. Thick cottons of clouds, waving, travelling, hanging from the sky. Blue skies serving as canvas for the artwork the clouds are ever ready to create high up. Large amounts of artificial light forbidding the human eye to see the very, very, very starry sky. Water for drinking and pets for companionship. Food for eating and clothes for warmth. Voices, voices inside to think. And the body, to move around anywhere in the world freely. Using audio cues for emotions when words were absent. Using the power of the eyes to navigate. Using the face to speak when the mouth can't heave. Then words came to being, and the mind was learning. And constantly it did, as it was thinking. The mind growing while the body grew. A lot of things needed to do. A lot of things wanted to do. All the successes, all the achievements, all the victories. All the stumbling, all the bruises, all the failings. The happiness, the fulfilments, the disappointments. All the people, all the obstacles. All the friends, all the enemies. The hate, the love. The peace, the war. The havocs, the politics. The births, the deaths. The creation, the destruction. The causes, the effects.
Don't think about all that. There's nothing here. There's nothing here now.
The shadow, it's there again. With a human's movements and a nighttime's black. A person's figure, but a hunchback-like posture. Just sitting on the ground in the corner of the room, knees bent and held in its arms.
It has movements, but it's lifeless. It had colors before, but all of that are gone now. What would the cause be? Well, no one knows. A lonely life injected by society. Being unable to do things the way they should be. Being unable to make it to everyone's standards. Having chances and opportunities to take, but didn't. Being a fuck-up. Being absorbed by self pity.
The fear of trusting again. The fear of loving too much that it gives its everything, only to be fooled that it will last forever, 'til the end. And then it just takes everything away from you just as you gave everything, to make it last, to keep it strong. And now, inside, It is just
empty.
What did I tell you? There's nothing here. I did not fail to warn you, right? Not even a life, not even a soul, not even happiness, not even
love.
All there was was a shadow, and all there was were darkness and silence. But all that weren't there anymore. Now then, there's completely
nothing.
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OoN: out of nowhere
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