I am alone.
Drifting in an ever encompassing "darkness".
I see nothing,
Hear nothing,
I couldn't feel anything.
There wasn't anything.
Left alone without any senses, without any body.
There were only "my" thoughts and these fragmented visions...
These... Memories?
I see a child, one filled with talent and potential, burdened with expectation.
I see a teacher, gentle and patient, growing rebellious.
I see a ruler, just and loved, hiding a deep obsession.
I see a knight, valiant and selfless, bound by duty.
I see a scholar, curious and devoted, running from guilt
I see a farmer, humble and hardworking, consumed by complacency.
And I see a healer, compassionate and selfless, haunted with grief.
Different people, different eras.
Were they all me?
These lives, were they mine?
Such a silly and wishful thinking.
Curious and hopeful.
To believe that, perhaps, he had lived as these people.
As one of them.
Or at least... Along with them.
That perhaps he was alive and was living.
Yet... Such a tragedy.
If that were the case it truly is a tragedy.
He had seen it.
How their stories had come to an end.
It wasn't a happy ending.
Each and every one of those lives.
Tragic.
But... they were living.
Or rather... I was living?
Confusing.
Chances are if even one of those memories were mine, I was alive.
Tragic as it was, it beats this dull and void experience of existence.
Oh, to be alive.
Oh, to live.
Oh, how I wish for it so.
Even if only once...
...even if it ends in tragedy or a comedy.
Oh how I wish to live...
...to be Alive.
*TING!*
[ The ꁅꌅꑀꁲꋖꑀꈜꋖ ꂵꐔꈜꋖꑀꌅ Has Heard Your Plea]
[The ꁅꌅꑀꁲꋖꑀꈜꋖ ꂵꐔꈜꋖꑀꌅ Asks You, "Is This Truly What You Desire?"]