Capítulo 6: Chapter 5.2: "On that day."
Miya opened the door and walked through, but when he passed through it wasn't the same hallway he had come from earlier.
Before him was a giant stem of a tree, surrounded by layers of floors painted all in white; golden crestes on each floor, the railings were also plated in gold as well. The tiles and cylindrical pillars were also plated in gold leading up to the tree which took root at the center of it all, blossoming under a light with a garden of red and blue flowers.
Miya looked back at the door and that too had changed. What was once originally and old broken door transformed into a lustorous golden door ten feet large, left ajar.
The sky was clear blue outside, a white stair case that led downward in a path, shaded by a golden roofing that appeared curved as it went down the path leaving only a rectangular spacing inbetween the roofing by slim golden bars, which served to show a good view of a beautiful garden outside it.
Miya stared at it for a few seconds as he wiped the tears lingering in his eyes.
"Papa...," a voice spoke, weak and trembling, with a sense of suprise and happiness.
He looked back at the tree. The portrait of a girl was sticking out of the tree.
The girl was naked with short red hair curled at its edges. She stared at him intensely with teary blue eyes that shed tears across her face. Miya walked down to the girl and after every step he felt he could see something new being added to her image.
What seemed like her sticking out of the tree turned out to be her being attached to it. Every part of her below her waist and her elbow showed layers of endless roots that connected to the stem of the tree; and as more tears poured out from her eyes leaves of different colours like glittering rainbows fell from above and flowers in the garden seemed to radiate it's respective colour as it bloomed, shimmers of light emitting from them.
As Miya walked towards her she didn't say a word, infact she turned her head from left to right. Her face worried and confused at least her face looked disappointed as she furrowed her brows looking downward as she began to weep.
Miya had come to rest at the foot of the tiles just before a step that led to the floors of the garden. He looked at her emotionlessly but as he opened his mouth, about to speak when one of the glitters from the flowers entered his nose.
He released a loud sneeze and the clock he was holding fell to the ground along with the coat save for the part he held tightly in his hand. He bent down on one knee picking up the cloak from the ground; and as he looked up he saw the girl staring down at him.
"...You're back..." she said with a faint smile growing on her face. Miya got up slowly as he carried up the cloak, but as he carried it a part of the cloak felt heavier as it sagged downward.
"But of course..."
He dragged the cloak and saw something shine underneath it's dark fabric.
"Your already dead."
She closed her eyes as tears ran down her face; and in an instant Miya felt a clog in his throat, he couldn't breathe, his eyes were blurry but he could barely make out the shape of what seemed like a long black arm, mixtures in different shades of black broken in sevral places cracked with a purple light of what resembled veins emitting a purple gaseous smoke; it squeezed tightly at his throat.
His feet were dangling in the air, his body felt weightless as the arm held him high in the sky raising his body even higher. Blood splattered out of his mouth, his eyes reddened as he saw the ground below him break open.
Layers of sharp black fangs stretching out of flesh in a spiral of layers covering everything left in Miya's sight and at the center of its depths a hollow purple colour that radiated a dim purple light in the form of a light gaseous smoke.
A loud roar rumbled Miya eardrums and in a second his vision turns to darkness.
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