Noah knelt there longer than time could count.
His head heavy with memories and the weight of too many roads walked.
The air was sharp, biting through the silence like the ice that curled along his fingers.
Around him, the world refused to move.
Not because it was frozen, but because he was.
His mind spiraled into thoughts so raw and unfiltered he couldn't breathe through them.
The resolve he had built brick by brick, stone by stone, since arriving in this world, it all felt like dust now.
Crumbling ideals.
Torn-up blueprints.
He had made so many choices, all for the sake of a game he hadn't even liked in the end.
A game with a bad ending, rushed and full of wasted potential.
A game he had cursed out loud, laughed at on forums, thrown aside after uninstalling.
And now, he had lived through it.
Changed it.
Stabbed into it, bent it into a different shape with his own hands.
Some things had gone according to plan.
Some resolves were carried out perfectly.
