Hero Of Heroes

The ceiling becomes a dull sight when my body is laid on a bed where I usually sleep. Even though it's boring, the plain white color is very suitable to be used as a medium for me to describe recent memories.

“One day-... No, one great night...” I mutter with my lips curled from corner to corner.

“But, what's with that damn screen? In fact, it suddenly appeared when-...” I muttered, stopping with the corners of my lips curled downwards, before continuing to say: “Ah never mind. I'm sick of having to remember about it again..."

I pulled the blankets to cover myself, before laying my body sideways towards the window that I deliberately left the curtains open and let the moonlight in.

It was a new habit after having time to relax in a dream enjoying the beauty of the moonlight.

"Good night..."

...

The sound of wood snapping wakes me up.

The wooden chair I've been sleeping on is almost on the verge of

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