บท 2: Chapter 1
.- 12 hours earlier-.
Do you know the feeling of fear and regret?
It's funny how people waste their lives.
Like the normal citizens who work hard to death just too get their needs.
or the Lawless criminals who who satisfy their perverse debauchery towards their deprave natures.
All of them follow the same path.
All of them follow their dreams.
All of them is the hero of their story.
All of them has a unique future.
And each of them has different chapters.
Each of them differs from one another.
But there's something they all have in common even the heroes and villains got.
no matter how hard they change their fate.
theirs only a tormenting cycle awaits towards them.
All of them are ignorant of the situation that would soon befall towards them... In their future.
Unaware of the horror behind the concept of death.
No heaven nor hell and neither such things as childish fantasy known as isekai existed.
For days. weeks. months or perhaps years.
trap in a never-ending cycle of life and death.
Dying and living over and over again as you walk aimlessly towards the desolate abyss.
Walking- Running anywhere aimlessly as you hope to find something different?
only to find desolate of the abyss as if you were inside of the pits of damnation itself.
You travel aimlessly with crumbling bravado as you knew that you will never escape, but denial motivates you as you travel in circles.
and to be honest.
I believe that even the most Toughest and calmness people I knew would break.
I know from experience because I simply gave up the impossible task in the eighteenth day.
God knows what happened as I Frolic and reminiscing around with my past life memories just to keep me sane throughout that journey as I long understood my situation.
do you know the feeling agonizing hunger that knots your insides as you howl in pain? nor the thirst that burns your throat as you gasp for air to soothe its need?
I Do. And I bet that my ancestors can sympathize towards my situation.
I have no problems at the lack of human contact as I've long used to it. being an introvert has its perks but how long would've worked?
Even I would go crazy especially if your 5 sense were almost none existent.
but that's not the worse part.
The people I know. The memories I knew.
slowly degrade as they were being replaced by the darkness and painful memories of never-ending cycle of life and death.
I still retain my knowledge of managing businesses, Literature, My hometown and planet etc.
but people names, birthdays and addresses?
Black.
those mean nothing but cryptic words in my stanzas.
And It scares me.
No...
It terrifies me.
My small number of friends and acquaintances are long forgotten and replaced by a foggy silhouette of what Remnant remained.
I've long forgotten what they look like. how they act like. and the only thing that kept me from forgetting them if because I still remember, or what I still remember. is that their voice.
I may have forgotten their visage but I would've never forgotten out Adventures and I wish them to live long as I fear that they might've ended up here in this damn hell.
If not of my mother whom I respect and care for which I still vividly remember.
I would've gone crazy.
I am Happy yet scared at the same time.
what if I forgot her? The memories I have slowly faded into oblivion as her face is nothing but blurs and distorted silhouette of a humanoid entity.
I cried at the corner as I ignored my physical pain as I let out a heavy sigh and let out a wistful expression.
Every day.
I Frolic.
I Hope.
I Wandered.
and Died, I cried and terrified.
And I accepted it.
I Have to accept my fate and adapt towards it.
it pains me to admit but my obnoxious positivity would only leave me pain in the future.
and so I did the only Rational thing.
I embrace the darkness as I count and count as I calculate along with it.
doing Maths, Science, Business management etc inside my head to train my mind.
I even play chess wirh myself to counter my moves.
just to pass time.
sadly the effects of lethargy are nonexistent here and so is the concept of sleeping.
But that didn't remove that fact that Im is still tired.
mentally.
11 hours have passed which is nothing but a drop of water into the vast ocean compared to my centuries worth of suffering in this large prison of mine.
I let out a pained croak as I moaned in pain.
I am dying.
again.
as I close my eyes. bright lighting shone in front of me as I gasp in confusion.
I felt a dulled pang of pain inside my stomach as hunger strikes me again.
My throat is totally dried as I bit my sour tongue bitterly.
Tears were falling from my eyes as I wondered if this is where I belong.
Trap in a never-ending cycle. As I got a strange withdrawal towards my 5 senses and slowly insanity takes over me due to my repeating. Agonizing. torment.
" Son. If I died. I wan't you to live a happy life..." I remembered my mother's Soothing voice as she died from overworking.
Tears slowly fell as I sobbed.
" Im sorry... s-sorry..." I Apologise towards my long dead mother as I failed to fulfill her wishes.
I've also long considered that my mother is trap inside the abyss just like me.
What happened to her? did she go crazy? or something?
No.
Knowing my mother. She'd probably hold something dear within her.
and that is him. her precious child.
her child that died at a young age.
Just imagining her despair and suffering within the darkness and never-ending cycle of life and death.
Made me me sick and angry...
" G'Argghhh!!!"
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To ne continue.
honestly this is more of a Prologue...
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