The depths of karma

It was midnight, and the grave yard was officially abandoned. I arose from my maple wood casket beneath the surface, to my surprise a package lay unopened atop of my grave. And as it read "open me slowly, oh, so very slowly. Let no one see your remains peering at me...so open me slowly, and do so cautiously, for I can see everything."I fell to my knees to open the box, not large, not small yet the size nor important. As always I... Was soulless but felt fear as if that emotion and that emotion only had built itself within me. I prayed at the box hesitating what awaits me within the cardboard walls. When I peered inside, I saw a glimpse of light illuminating every inch of the box it sleeps so somberly in. And so I opened the box, and the flaps began to be as heavy as hatch doors on an old sturdy Victorian house that I had remembered. The flaps flung open as I pulled with all my force. The light flew into the air remaining brighter than ever but now shown as an orb... A crystal ball alike. I stood up to see what the orb may show, the bright light dimmed as I grew closer... And closer. Making the image within visible, I took grasp to the orb and felt immense pain, for the image inside was a witch of a past time. That I had Faint memories of killing, For my time proved them bad. Due to the pain, I dropped the orb, and as if in slow motion it fell to the concrete gravestone beneath me. Cracking slowly... 0H so very slowly, out came the witch, murmuring spells slowly increasing her tone, mental torture! Her glare fell upon me and she
screamed "banished to the depths and roam no more your past is back, karma is all that remains, the things you've done here to stay, stay in your grave, rot in your grave, deal with your past pain! " swiftly, I was pulled back to my casket to remain forever, chain wrapped around my body. And I stayed... I remained... I remembered the pain, that I had made.

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