The nights after taking antipsychotic drugs were first very strange. Rina would sit at the edge of her tiny bed, the light of her faint room lamp shining against the blackened purple bruises on her neck and arms that were still burning. The pills made his head heavy, like a thick fog covered his mind. But through the mist, the image in the bathroom mirror last night was still clearly embedded. The figure of the man-with a pale, snow-cold white skin, long black hair down to his shoulders, the porcelain face of the perfect Greek god-remained. It just got real.
He locked the door of his bedroom every night, but rina no longer felt alone. The medicine might dampen the sound in his head, but can't put out the fire in his chest. And that night, for the first time after the diagnosis of acute schizophrenia, the dream came.
Rina falls asleep exhausted, the medicine drops her into the dark subconsciousness. But not a normal dream.
He's standing in a strange place he's never seen before. The sky above was pitch black, without stars, as though eternal night were swallowing everything. The ground beneath his feet is moist and sticky, like a mud of blood that never dries. The cold is piercing bone, stinking and fishy, a mixture of wet soil and rotting flesh. In the distance, high walls cracked, like the ruins of an ancient palace abandoned thousands of years ago. The black trees are bent, their branches like a skeleton hand reaching up to the sky.
The next night came heavier. The antipsychotic drug rina took this afternoon tasted like sweet poison in her veins. His head was beating slowly, but his eyes wouldn't shut. She lay on a thin mattress, looking at the familiar crack in the ceiling. Outside a locked door, his father was still pacing around, swearing at rina's name as if she were the curse of his life. But inside rina's chest was a cold warmth waiting.
"Tonight promises I'm coming early," whispered the cello in her head, soft but full of promise. Rina smiled a little in the dark. He closed his eyes, and the world was gone.
This is a different dream. Darker. More terrible.
Rina stands in the middle of an endless field of death. The sky was pitch black without one star, as if god himself had shut out the light forever. The ground beneath his feet was wet with blood that never dried - sticky, warm, and putrid that stung his nose. Around him, thousands upon thousands of deaths, tens of thousands of violent deaths. They're not just bodies. They still moved, still whimpering, still screaming in eternal torment.
Some hung from bent black trees, their necks bound with the same pointed bamboo rope as rina's father 's. blood dripped slowly from stab wounds in their chest. Some drowned in rivers of black mud, their hands lapping at the surface but never succeeding, their mouths full of bubbling blood water.
That night the rain poured down on the outskirts of Jakarta, an occasional lightning struck the pitch black sky. Rina, now 22 years old, sneaked out of the house. He wore a long black jacket to cover the old bruise on his arm, with only one goal in mind: the small church where father Luke served. He wanted to hear the talk of the night-not out of faith but out of increasing confusion. The two worlds keep on colliding: the dream Lord who now appears in the real world with a burning sense of jealousy, and Luke, who disguised himself as revan, was the sinful priest who requested his vulcan video while wearing the same wooden mask.
He arrived at the church during the sermon. The chubby room, just a lighted candle and a dim yellow light. Rina is in the very back seat, with her head bowed. Father Luke's voice gently flowed from the platform, discussing "temptations that come with a beautiful face." Those words seemed to be directed at her.
But he didn't know that his father had followed him from afar.
Rina's father, an old man with a build build in his advanced years, stood behind a church door that was ajar. Her eyes lit up in anger. He saw her sitting on a church bench, her head bowed as if she were praying. The anger that has been suppressed explodes. "A bastard bastard has dared to enter the apostate church! "She murmured inwardly.
He waited until the talk was over and the congregation left. When rina left the church alone, her father came running.