प्रारम्भे हास्यं, अन्ते रक्तरागः।
(Prārambhe hāsyaṃ, ante raktarāgaḥ.)
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I opened my eyes at once. When the blur in my vision faded I found myself at a very unfamiliar desk.
"Ohh!!" I cried out in pain. "My head, oh God!!"
The stinging pain had almost splited my skull but by God's grace it was now bearable. I lofted my head and looked around as the room slowly took shape around me I realized I was not where I was supposed to be. The smell of a rotten banana comming from the room was frustrating me even more.
I stood up abruptly and walked toward the window. Upon reaching when I slid the curtains aside the light from outside stabbed my eyes, then slowly loosened its grip. When I looked outsidd, I was left astonished. It all felt like late Renaissance–era. Cobblestone roads and vintage archietecture strenghtened my opinion. By now i had completly agreed upon that i had somehow time travelled like in movies.
Then I saw an old fashioned car, resembling one from the early industrial age. But what I saw next, in the sky left my mouth opened. There were two suns shining brightly in the sky.
One white, the other pale red.
The last thing I remember is being a child, laughing and playing hide-and-seek. How that innocence ended here, in this strange room, God knows.
As when i was walking around juggling my weird thoughts, my glance fell on a mirror. A mirror framed in shining brass.
I looked into myself and saw that im not me.
I mean that i was not in my body but in someones else's.
In it i saw a man with a rather handsome face, hazle eyes and mid length curly black hair. He was wearing a long brown coat and black trousers. On the left hand was a shining golden coloured wristwatch and below were shining black shoes.
"Finally!!" I said half-joking' "Im handsome!!"
The thoights in my head were crashing like rogue waves but one illogical one stood above all. I didn't know where it came from, but I was certain I had heard it somewhere
that to wake up from a nightmare, one must kill oneself inside the dream.
Stupid.
Pure stupidity.
And yet, I had already formed a plan. First, I would break the mirror.
With what? My fist, of course.
Then I would take a shard, slice my veins, and
BAM!!!
I'd be dead.
Just as I raised my hand to strike, I heard footsteps approaching getting louder and louder with every comming second.
Panic surged, tightening its grip on my chest. The room, the city, the two suns above they were all part of some unsolvable puzzle. And I, a mere child in a world gone mad, had no clue how to begin solving it.
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