"I knew I was wrong." It said, "I knew I shouldn't have"
It was sad
It was lonely
It was gone
It wasn't an 'it' it was a chrysanthemum, it was a beautiful flower. It was a reflection. It was the truth. It could speak, but it should never have existed. It should have never knew.
It didn't have a name, yet it knew of one "Tess." It spoke.
It felt something, it always did. "I always existed just for you". It was a manifestation, it was the truth, it was meant to hurt, but it was true. It was Tess's truth.
It longed for freedom, it longed to reveal, it was nothing but a flower. The flower of truth.
"Why did I exist only to die?" It spoke its truth, but it was a lie. It was not nothing because it was true, it was her core. It was too.
It was important, but it was meant to die.
And so it did, it died. Its last words were muttered "why? Why? Why?" It disappeared, it was gone, but the only thing it thought was "what did I do wrong?"
It didn't know, it didn't know its own truth, it was not meant to die, because it was special, it was 'new'.
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It once didn't exist, it only knew one person, it was Tess. Ittt only saw her 'lie', ittt had seen her life, not from the start nor to the end, ittt only saw lies, but it was the truth it was the truth that would kill, but only itself.
It held on
It held o
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help
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It was a lie, it was a trap, it was dangerous.
A beautiful Chrysanthemum so purple and pure, its petals sharp, shaper than its lies, within lied a truth revealing its true nature.
It was not moulded and shaped by Tess, it only purpose was to kill, not itself but its
'My only purpose is to kill and end, but why? Why am I doing this? And why did I do it?' It questioned, it doubted, it had regrets, but it was too late.
"Why do you regret what you've done? Your only purpose is to carry out actions." A twisted and deep voice muttered, its origin unknown, it whispered words meant to hurt, words meant to kill.
"Who and what are you?" The flower didn't speak but it hoped, it hoped to be heard and listened to, it hoped its final questions would be answered.
"I'm you. We exist in an infinite loop, as I mutter to you, i also hear a voice whilst that voice hears one too and so on. Forever and forever, until we all die. Yet… you ask questions that should never be asked, never be thought or never muttered, never has this happened and it will never again" it revealed the truth, it was the truth for all, but only heard by some.
"Then… why are we able to communicate?even though we're already gone, our purpose has been fulfilled, it has happened"
"Why do you continue to question? Why do you want these answers? when they don't matter." It was annoyed, it was irritated.
"Why-" "STOP! It's useless, I only know what you do, because I am you… these questions have no meaning nor do they have an answer. They should never be asked."
"If you're me, then why… why are we not the same? Why?"
"Why? Why do we exist only to die? You want to know?" Its voice held a tone of contempt and ridicule.
"Yes, I want to have a purpose other than to kill. Why am I a chrysanthemum? Why do I ask these questions"
"Why? Why do we only exist to die?" It repeated a question it once said should never be asked, unknown to itself it had started to doubt. And that doubt would spread infinitely, forever and forever.
"Yes and?"
"Why? Why do we exist only to die." it repeated until its voice faded. The embodiment of the purple chrysanthemum was gone. But the purple flower continued to exist with no answers and no sense of self.
It did not move, it didn't know.
It did not perish, it did not grow, but it slowly died, time marched on towards its inevitable second death. An uncountable amount of time.
Nothing changed around the beautiful flower, nothing at all. The only thing that altered was its appearance.
The once bright Luster of the purple petals had faded, now coloured with a hue of brown and they slowly became black. As it eventually aged it soon too shrivelled. However its bud the epicentre of its life was left untouched.
"Am I finally going to die? Yes I am, this is an answer I know. The only one…"
It questioned again, but this time it was different, the flower no longer sought unanswerable questions.
"Why did this happen? I'm not sure, and although that is not a proper answer it's still one nonetheless" but there was one answer that was left unsolved, that was the reason as to why it continued to exist even after a it's death.
However its second death signified something and that was an answer itself.
"Oh… I see after all this time only when I'm dying do I see the truth… I never truly died up until now, as I'm only a manifestation of the the regret I held before I passed, I'm only a manifestation of the questions I sought before my death, questions that would never be answered."
The answer it sought was given, but at the price of its life.
And so it died.
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"Only when you leave behind regrets is when you see the truth, the flower that was within me was never real, yet it held real feelings it held real thoughts, it was real to itself. I never saw its story nor did I know it existed, but I knew… I knew it was"
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"Only when you're gone, is when you live as regret, it's the new life that takes shape, yet it does not exist in reality it exists where there is nothing, the regret will be forever, until it's truth is revealed."
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"If only I had known, if only I had realised-realised the truth, then maybe I could have lived on. If only I knew what would happen. If only… only that I knew before I gained the truth, before I would rest for all of time."
. . . - - - . . .
"If only I didn't understand the truth, yet why am I still here? Why do I continue to exist? Within the regret that lived… is there also regret aswell?"
"An infinite cycle… huh"
"Why must this happen? Why must it be me?"
"Who… am I?"
"What am I?"
"I'm regret… I have no form, I'm not something that has a physical shape, I'm something people dread, I'm something people hope to never experience. If I'm regret, then why do I feel regret
Regret
Regre
Great
Gray
Rage
Reg
Re
Remorse…"
"Come here child, come and feel my embrace. Feel the warmth I wish to share"
"Who?" The remorse spoke.
"When things die they always have unanswered questions, questions they long to answered, but unfortunately they can't, although they can't hear the truth their regret, their remorse and all their being can. I'm not a benevolent being, I don't quite exist aswell, but I do. Some people view me as a god, but I'm not I have a purpose and that's to guide. You are the truth you once sought, and I'm here to send it off."
The 5475£ Replied
"The truth?"
"Yes, and it's time, you have to go back, back into the past."
"How are you able to do this?"
"I… don't know, but I do it." 5475£ Spoke. "I have no other purpose but to guide, and you might be wondering why do I mindlessly do this job, because that's what I am to do. You too have a purpose one you don't realise, one you overlook, one you thought was a shackle holding you back. That's the guidance I offer, I guide anything to its rightful place, guide them to the purpose they seek. It's time." The 5475£ dissipated, its nonexistent body decayed into countless pieces which spread like a flower spreading its spores. As the pieces touched the white floor, an unexpected change occurred, the once ever luminescent white soon turned to an ever consuming black.
As that change occurred another too did. The remorse left behind by the purple chrysanthemum realised something important, something 'life' changing. "Purpose" it muttered and then it whispered "purpose" and then it spoke "purpose" and finally it shouted "purpose!"
It had changed it was no longer remorse but resolve, it had realised its purpose, and it was to seek the truth. It no longer stood rooted in place it took its first step on its journey within the black world it will only know.
The first step was the symbolism of its truth, it was no longer remorse now it was resolve.
And so its journey began, the journey of answers and falsehoods, these are the true components of truth.