Paramnesia
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آخر تحديث: سبت, يولـ ٩, ٢٠٢٢
March 15th 12:00am. No one understands what happened on this day, but they understand what happens. As the Sakura Trees bloom it feels as if a little is dying inside us each day. This bizarre post-apocalyptic-feeling world that we've all just survived in. It just feels so... meaningless, but no one dares breach the boarder in fear of being forgotten. The Devil, high in his tower, watches the melancholy people repeat day after day; friendly crows sometimes being their only comfort. It's rare for us to find much comfort in the people around us: some do what they can to forget, some just try and survive the desolation, others don't make it out. And the trials... fear is spread through them. The fear of being chosen, the fear of being next, the fear -- that you won't make it out alive. Chimera Central.... That's where we call home, and that... is where many will meet their end.
Warning! This story contains Drugs/Alcohol (and the abuse of it), Suicide, and Blood/Gore. Please proceed with caution!
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„The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?", she asked, the sound of her voice strained, as if she hadn't been talking for a long time. The boy sat next to her, staring forward into the leaving sun. He didn't even look at the young woman when she spoke. Yet still he could feel himself, only a small part of himself, longing to hear more of her voice. It used to calm him down, singing soft lullabies whenever nightmares haunted him, or telling stories to him and his brother. It was the only comfort he could rely on. And he ended it before it could poison him. Silence filled the vast empty space. Only a single Rowan tree swayed in the non existent wind, its branches reaching down where the two figures sat, sheltering them from any harm that may come their way. It was time to leave this place again. He couldn't stay here for long. He hugged his knees tight, unconsciously swaying back and forth as he did so. Maybe, if he hugged himself hard enough, he could stay here and listen to one of her stories again? Just one short story. His efforts were in vain. He realized that when his hands and feet started to disappear, just like they have done thousands of times before. There was no way things could continue the way they were now. He knew he had to stop, but a selfish part of him was still holding onto that hope that everything would be okay once he opened his eyes. „Auntie,", he said, preparing his next words. „I... really prefer sunrises." 0101011101101111011100100110110001100100011100000110110001100101011000010111001101100101011100110110000101110110011001010110110101100101مكتمِلة
[You have died. Returning 12 hours prior] Japan has been destroyed, AFO plan has succeeded. A trail of blood following him everywhere he goes. You family? Dead. Your home? Ruined. Friends? Dead. It's a matter of time before the other countries meet the same fate. Perhaps doomsday has come? No, not yet. There's still hope. A constellation. One that hopes to save this ill-fated world. But they can't intervene directly, they need a vassal. You. With the future of this world in your hands. You go on a quest to rewrite destiny with the aid of a new blessing granted by the mighty constellation. Will you succeed? Or lose yourself in insanity? [Rewritten of NOMAD]
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