Darkness. Complete, utter darkness.
I was floating, hovering in a space of gut-wrenching nothingness.
There was nothing else.
No sound. Taste. Smell. Touch, or even emotion.
It was peaceful at first, as if all my burdens and trauma had been swept away.
It was an intoxicating sensation.
Like... Freedom.
Like I was nothing and everything all at once.
It was definitely different from how I felt when I tapped into the power of God. It could even be said to be the polar opposite.
This time I felt like a tiny speck in the vast universe.
But I wasn't truly alone... I was just the one suppressing those haunting memories, those piercing emotions.
Everything was always better without anything, right?
Yet, I couldn't forget who I was...
I couldn't forget the promises I had made to the people I loved.
Because although the traumas were painful, they were still a part of me.
A part that no games, stories, fantasies, or lies could take away.
