Darkness…
That was all she can see.
That was all she can feel…
In such darkness she was floating like a leaf...
Weightless.
She didn't even know where she was. Or how she'd gotten here. One moment she remembered tearing herself away from fate—her very soul screaming in defiance—and then… this.
Nothing.
An ocean of pitch-black silence stretched endlessly in every direction. There was no up, no down—no sense of self. She couldn't feel her body. Couldn't see it. Couldn't hear a single heartbeat. She can't even feel her own existence.
[Is that what they called a death]
As if her thought have their own voice…
She can hear her thought…
She can feel it was not coming from inside her… but from somewhere in the darkness…
[But the more i try to focus on it…
the more my head hurt…]
She was tired… so very tired.
[Am I alive?]
[Or am I dead?]
[Is this afterlife]
[Is it because I mess with fate]
[Did I Fail]
She didn't know.
She couldn't think straight.
Her mind was foggy, dull, like she was drunk or dreaming. Everything was so… quiet.
….it was so peaceful.
Ever since her regression, she had never known peace.
Thinking about her regression she doesn't know if she even regressed after dying or not…
It all felt so vivid like dream?
Had she regressed at all? Or was that just a dream too? Maybe she'd imagined it. Maybe she was still in her old life. Maybe she was still—
Or maybe she was never real to begin with.
The thought struck her like lightning.
What if she was just a whisper in someone else's dream? A passing idea? An echo that mistook itself for a voice?
She wanted to scream.
But there was no mouth…
No sound.
Only silence
And silence… felt good.
She drifted deeper into the abyss, further into this dark cradle. Her thoughts began to scatter like ashes in wind. She didn't care. Maybe this was death. Maybe this was her end. But her mind—her soul—was too worn to care.
[How long had it been?]
[Minutes?]
[Hours?]
[Days?]
She couldn't tell.
It didn't matter.
She just wanted to sleep.
To disappear.
To—
"…!"
Her eyes snapped open.
Or did they?
She wasn't sure. She had no eyes to begin with. No body. And yet—somewhere, something inside her remembered the feeling of sight.
[This—!]
A sudden jolt of clarity struck her, like a bucket of ice flung into the abyss of her mind.
For a heartbeat—no, a flicker—she could think. It was like waking from a nightmare she hadn't even known she was trapped in.
That's when she understands…
Losing…
She was losing something.
Something essential.
Something that made her her.
[What was it]
She thought but her mid once again become foggy.
[Forget it…]
[I am too tired…]
[I will think about it later…]
It would be so easy.
But—
[No.]
There was a voice.
Something—no, someone—was reading her mind.
Every doubt, every fear, every fractured piece of her identity laid bare and drifting in the dark.
She felt scared…
[What the hell is going on]
Again, her mind becomes foggy…
[Sleepy…]
She wanted to sleep…
As she was once again forgetting everything forgetting herself...
Wait herself?
[Who am i]
Something was slipping again.
She was forgetting something…
[My name…]
[What… is my name?]
She cannot remember it…
It was then that she can hear a man calling her name….
[r...]
She tried to focus.
Tried to hold on.
[r…i…]
It was just out of reach. A whisper. A memory.
And then—
[Rie.]
She heard it…
She remembers who she was... she was Rie…
And the moment she realize it.... her surrounding turn silent
As if the whole world quite down….
Memory of past few days flooded in her mind… how she was betrayed then travel back in time…
How she almost died while awakening….
How she torn herself away from fate…
It was then—
The world trembled.
The void convulsed like a great beast writhing in pain. Still falling, still weightless, she saw something impossible: a sliver of light—so blinding it burned even the memory of eyes. It fell upon her like the morning sun, but magnified a thousandfold.
It came from nowhere. A single point in the dark—so bright it seared into her awareness.
She wanted to close my eyes.
But—
She had no eyelids.
No eyes.
Raw. Naked. Exposed.
The light slammed into her. she tried to scream—but she had no mouth. No voice.
Sun…. it was like seeing sun from up close…
Two pair of sun hanging in the darkness Infront of her.
But soon the darkness stirs…
The darkness swallowed it, briefly.
It was like a A flicker.
Gone,
then back again.
Like the world itself had blinked.
"…!!!!"
As if understanding what just happen her body tremble.
Her soul screamed in silence.
T-they We're not sun!
The look more like…
Eyes.
Massive, celestial, ancient eyes—like twin suns carved from madness. They stared without emotion. Without mercy. Just looking into them made her mind crack. Her essence began to boil, her form bubbling like wax under flame—
And then she burst.
Like a balloon.
Scattered into nothing.
Shreds of memory, of soul, of self—torn apart and consumed by the overwhelming gaze.
Where she had been, there was nothing.
Only emptiness.
The twin suns stared at the void she left behind for a moment longer… then closed, vanishing as suddenly as they had appeared.
And once again…
Silence.
Eternal, suffocating silence.
Until—
"…A pity."
A voice, deep as creation itself, echoed through the darkness. It shook the void. It rippled the nothingness.
And in that sound—was a power so old, so absolute, that even the void trembled in fear.