Falling. Endlessly. I can think of no other way to describe my current predicament. Through this void, absent of light or any sort of form. Only darkness of the darkest sort, ripping and tearing at my soul, seemingly distorting my form, my very being, with its primordial evil nature. I have been tumbling, rolling, simply falling for so long, time nearly ceases to exist in my thoughts. Fortunately, the situation offers sanctuary in the thought department. Except the moments I find myself talking to myself.
"Hello there!" I say, turning my head to the left.
"Good day," I say, turning my head to the right.
"Mighty fine weather we have in such a desolate spot!" I say, resuming my former position.
"Aye, excluding the time it rained animal parts from the sky! I swore I was going to be engorged by the hideous objects into some sort of fleshy, unrecognizable blob, its only purpose to devour the hearts of young maidens, wreaking havoc throughout the land!" I reply, head to the right and slightly at an angle, a crooked, demented smile dancing on my lips.
"Apparently we have an issue with split personalities.." I mutter, head once again to the left, focusing on nothing in particular.
I even went as far as to play cards with myself, the origins of the cards or the process in which this occurred unknown. With all the tumbles, rolls, flips and unique body positions my body has experienced, I may as well join the circus, become the star of the show with my fantastic movements, wooing the hearts of the young and old alike, just to steal their valuables and rape their innocence. Nah.. I'm not evil, I'm just uhm.. unique. Yes, that just about sums it up. Sir Wilhelm the Unique Knight, spreading my words of nonsense and odd shenanigans for all to see.
Finally, after hugging myself from fear and loneliness for the longest of moments, I look down, noticing the faintest of light. Hope and determination surge through my body, a wildfire ready to destroy every flammable object. I discontinue the hugging to commence a series of rolls, which in turn becomes a desperate dive towards the source of this light. I gain speed, pushing my body to go faster, the whoosh of the air in my ears growing in intensity. Makes me think of a missile speeding towards a city of oblivious people, unaware of the destruction that is about to unfold. I decide it is best to stop thinking momentarily.
The light grows with each passing second. It is almost like I can feel a source of warmth radiating from it, my only sign of hope in this other desolate environment. I have been in the grasp of this abnormal darkness long enough, sapping away and replacing my otherwise sunny disposition. Not sure why I usually feel so cheery, especially after all the strangeness that seems to be my life. Ignoring the negative circumstances for the win?
Eventually, the light seems within my touch. I embrace its gaze as I close my eyes, imagining being completely consumed by its nature. It is during this moment, I pass through the barrier of the void into a new ethereal realm. What awaits me and the setting in which this realm takes place is a mystery waiting to be solved. Where's Sherlock Holmes when you need him?
Storm clouds billow in the sky, waiting to unleash their rage upon the world. The moon uses them to mask its glow, feeling greedy, wanting to keep it all for itself this night. Not a sound can be heard as I descend, other than that whooshing sound, keeping my ears company. I pass through the clouds, tiny icicles forming on various articles of my clothing. My body trembles, not used to the chill in the air or how real every movement or touch feels after being in that void for such a time.
The ground becomes visible as I pass through the last wave of clouds. An ashen color, the environment desolate, barren and depressed. I flip through the air, three times to be exact, landing with a graceful pose. Maybe being in that void for some time had its benefits. I look around, surveying the scenery. Nothing spectacular catches my eye; buildings, tackled to the ground with a great force, litter the area. A graveyard of buildings, a once awe-inspiring location robbed of its magnificence, only to remain a memory. Whatever caused this magnitude of devastation I can only guess. I take my first step into this new terrain, staying aware of any dangers that may pose a threat. (Even if this is just a dream scenario, it is good exercise, right?!)
The clouds crackle with light, lightning erupting from their depths, booming thunder following its wake. Nature's display of beauty, sheer power, clashing with the destroyed artificial scene. The thunder increases tempo, torrents of rain escaping imprisonment, surrounding me, distorting, warping the atmosphere. Mud forms in seconds, hindering my movement, my boots sloshing through the muck. My soaked hair blocks my sight; I swiftly shield my eyes with my right arm. The raindrops fall from my clothing, eagerly anticipating being soaked by the gluttonous soil. The only sound in my ears is the pounding of the army of H2O, impacting on the earth.
I find myself in what looks like the center of the catastrophe, the array of buildings resembling fallen sentinels, protecting their objective until the tragic end. A lone statue kneels in the very center, seemingly frozen in time. The whole area so still, excluding the rain, the only presence that breathes life into this otherwise dead zone. A realm very much like the void, except that life did exist here once upon a time. I approach the statue, unaware of what the outcome of such a bold move may incur. I reach the base of the pedestal the statue is sitting upon; a goliath of what seems metallic origin. It is of the upper half of a man's body, arms outstretched, as if in a consoling and comforting manner. I look down at the pedestal itself; the words, "Let Peace Reign" decorate the front. I half laugh, half sigh, realizing how pointless, how futile this statue is, considering the state of this area.
"To what do I owe this pleasure, after so many long, unquestioning years?" a loud voice echoes above me.
My eyes widen, unsure of the source of such a
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