Gone are the times,Gone are the times... When the earth was called "the home of the living".The times have changed, the times are gone...As it looks, there are no humans on my planet "Earth" - at least not since "THE CLASH" THE CLASH OF THE TRIOSISTRIOSIS: The 3 regions [realms] of the earth.By "the three realms" I mean;"The realm of the living""The realm of the dead" and"The realm of the living dead"Two of these realms together formed the earth we knew,"THE DIOSIS - containing the two kingdoms" are these;"the kingdom of the living", and"the realm of the dead"-where the only visible region is the earth realm ( THE MONOSIS ) - which is also considered as "THE REALM OF THE LIVING"-The realm from which we all originate.Everything is different now, things have changed on our planet. My last memory of the Earth before this time goes back to the quake, the partial earthquake that occurred on Friday, January 19, at exactly 1:35 p.m. This was no ordinary quake. The day before

There was an electric impulse coming from within the pale green light, penetrating the center of the light and spreading from its origin to the edges.The electrical force that penetrated the center of the green light caused it to split and form a large circle of glowing electrified mist through which Minato could clearly see what was on the other side. At this point, he could no longer scream. Unlike Jason, who was right behind the wheel trying to save them, Minato's attention was more focused on the mountain ranges and the wild expanse of wasteland he could see through the portal. The sun was setting on the other side, but where they were, it was just a few minutes past 10:00.Jason kept trying to pull on the steering wheel to distract the car and drift away from the green supernatural portal in front of them, but he noticed that they were being pulled toward the open portal by a strong force. It was so strong that it could not be resisted, even when Jason tried to slam on the brake

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .C L A R I E N'S C L I N I C . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Jason lifted his head out of bed and realised with horror that he was no longer on the street where the incident had occurred. His eyes wandered to the ceiling and he let them drift toward the door. It hurt. He had a severe headache, and the fall from such a height caused him great pain. The pain was unbearable for him, and even though he screamed, he could not stop thinking about his brother. He bit his lower lip as he struggled to get back on his feet. His hands scrambled to his head and he felt the bandage wrapped around his head. It occurred to him to take it off.He had not been officially discharged, and he would not have wanted anyone to prevent him from leaving the hospital in this condition. He trudged into the bathroom and held his forehead. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at his own reflection, and he could clearly see that he was

C E N T R A L C I T Y, E R E G O N.I look into the fading sun as I pick up myself from the sands, which are like grated gold. The sands are shiny and it is as if they are very different from the one found on earth. The sun is usual to me. It looks exactly as the one that is found on earth, and looking at it, I can tell that it is not rising, if anything, I can tell that it is fading, and sunset is nowhere close to far. I am broken by what I heard Delil say, and thinking about everything makes me feel like dropping into the sands again and wallowing in it. I can't believe that I made the mistake of following Kilish into a world like this where the good are constantly hunted. I am now a prey to the otherworlders because I decide to step in with Kilish. I might have done something that I am unable to reverse. Kilish said I said goodbye to earth the moment I crossed the portal. could it mean that I am never going to go back to earth? What does Delil mean by my name has been written

C E T R A L C I T Y, E R E G O NT H E C A M P It took me a while, but with Delil's assistance, I was able to get myself into these grey rags. It is odd, and it is pretty difficult for me to walk in. I feel restricted by the shrouds, and it is itchy."You are going to get used to it soon. You are feeling this way towards it because it is the first time you are trying it on. It is going to become your favorite overtime," Delil says to me as I walk up to the large piece of mirror that is hanging on the wall by left. I stride towards it, as if my joints are made from metal, as it is hard to me to bend my knees or move my elbows due to the way the shrouds are tightly wrapped around me at those points. I wish there was a way I could adjust it to give me a little space to breath, but it seems it is going to be pretty difficult. I might just end up putting all my efforts to a waste by losing it and starting to wear it afresh. I walk to the mirror and I stand before it, but the reflec