The stars speak, through men forget to listen.
Their voices are like silver threads, strung through the sky, and I have to learned to pull at them gently.
They ask me why you stare at nothing for so long. But it's not nothing. It's the space where thoughts go when they are too heavy to speak aloud.
I was not always quiet like this. There was a time when I laughter lived in me.
But it left quietly, like a bird flying from an open window. No sound, just absence.
And none noticed it had gone.
Sometimes, I think my mind is just a hall of mirror, each reflection not quite my own.
I wander between them. Trying to find the one that feels.... true.
They say I think too much for a child. As if pain respects age. As if loss waits until you are strong enough to bear it.
It does not.
It comes when it wills—like winter before it's time—and it leaves older than you ought to be. At night, I hear house breathe. Creaking beams, sighing walls....
But louder is the sound within.
A whisper that never stops.
It says, " you are not like them. And you never will be. "
I used to fight, now I only listen.
They called me a " Freak ", so I smiled knowing that I wasn't like them.
I've come to a believe that love is not sorrow but a room. And some of us are born inside it.
And the quiet, I have learned, Is not peace. Just giving up—gently.
Allen Iverson, that young boy, closed his diary and looked up in the sky. The joy he had seconds ago faded in a glimpse. He stood up and started walking while reading his diary.
No matter how much bad he does to others, in the end he is the cruelest to himself.
Therefore, he befriended loneliness without a thoughtful argument to himself.
A mysterious dark spark around him was bothering a lot. He tries to catch and crush those but they are too tiny. It was giving him aches all over the body from the morning. It could be a cosmic effect of any event ongoing.
He took his diary in trouser even though it was not fitting well. Walking further by the hot road. He had lack of money but thanks to Roze, she helped him a lot.
It was simple. He overthought his path last night. Gambler path is sure a suspicious one due to its corrupted and cursed Charms. Sometimes " Inventory " carries one Miracle Invoker's balance. There is a high possibility he could turn accursed by another deity's deception. He is currently in the lowest point of the peak. So, there is two options left. Climb the ladder to the holiness or stay down, being haunted and facing countless terrors.
His " Inventory " is unknown to him. Cause he haven't figured it out yet. Just like Henry figured out his " Inventory " with Father Vain's help.
While going straight in a distance to the street, he bumped into some kids.
They were at the same age as he. Allen noticed three familiar faces — Jack, Lily, Mike — who were playing nearby the central park.
Allen was trying to go but every time they were barricading him back. They tried make fun of Allen after meeting a long time.
" What's your problem? I can't help with it. I need to go. "
Allen bumped them again and was about to leave.
He just noticed his diary is not there. He looked behind with a neutral expression.
" Please, give me that back. " Allen said, as much softly he can.
They didn't pay attention and flipped the diary, laughing under his breath.
" Man, what's even in there. Bet it's just bunch of sad poems. "
Jack said, waving it around like it was nothing.
Allen took a step closer, swallowing hard. His voice stayed almost low, shaking.
" It's not for you.... It's.... It's private. "
Lily smirked.
" If it's so private then why you left it lying around. "
" I didn't leave it... You took it! "
Allen words quiet but firm. Kept his eyes down, staring down at the ground rather than meeting their mocking faces.
Mikey flipped a random page.
" Today I felt invinsible again. "
He read it aloud, snickering. " Wow! That's deep. "
Three were fighting for the diary. Suddenly they heard something breaking, basically a bone. They looked around with a afraid behaviour.
Sky is red, everything is burning in red. Everything, plant, building, roads are destroyed. Corpse are everywhere lying.
The boy, Allen Iverson standing flinching his fist in rage. Some sparks around him releasing electrical energy. His red eyes boiling in rage to see their corpse.
Allen pointed his index finger at them with a terrible stare.
" Finish reading the diary and I swear, if anyone leaves alive, I will destroy the earth itself... "
Three looked at the diary, but it wasn't there. Instead a snake appeared which scared them. They ran backwards hurrily. Allen just took one step to chase them but a vanguard stops him. Allen had the diary in his arm.
The environment turned normal.
" Hey kid, can you guys do anything except quarrelling all the day? "
At that time, Our Father Vain Xar appeared in the scene.
" Sorry for any trouble. I will pay the bills. He is my boy, haha. "
Vanguard showed esteem and smiled, " Oh sorry dear Father. I didn't know. You don't have to pay. Go, take him with you freely. "
Vain took Allen with himself. While walking, Allen was describing his dark spark-aching problem. Vain said to figure out a solution after reaching the Church.
....
Here he appears. Henry with his injured head marched in the Prada.
What? .... everything is okay? Where is he?
He felt no existing of Martin's here. Where did he go? Wasn't he supposed to attack the town?
Henry had many questions which he left behind. He bleed too much earlier. His ears are in bad shape. He needs to go home hurrily or it can turn in a big injury.
He felt something peeking him from the mid-space. It can be another miracle.
If he doesn't upgrade his state, he will certainly die in this world of miracles in less than two days.