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01- Data Reconfiguration—Data restarting….001011//-0Rebooting…… Complete// -01----- Welcome To The World Of Dreams —--- ****** There’s this thing in our world called entrapment. It’s like you place a person in a particular place, trapping them, then leave them. Although… I think that person who’s trapped right now is currently me.“Heh,” I smirked.I’ve been strolling around all day in this lifeless Domus. I walked and walked looking for a new room in this Domus with nothing but painted things that seemed utterly realistic. I’ve already seen a lot of things in this plain-looking Domus—this off-putting, colorless world.I feel liberated to be alone, although being alone for a long time is unfortunate. I don’t know how long it has been since I woke up in this place. I don’t even know how I ended up here.A rustling noise echoes in the distance. The sound of clanking from the metals hitting each other resounded through the thick and painted-looking walls of Domus.
I’m not entirely alone. There’s a voice in my room that keeps me company. Although he can only talk to me while I’m in that room, having someone who can speak is worth it.I’ve already played that voice in the corner of my room over a thousand times to say that he’s a boy just in his voice and how it gets angry. Sometimes, that voice helps me quite often when I don’t understand certain things. He enlightens me whenever I ask something, which is helpful for me.I’ve already spent quite a long time in this imitation of a Domus, and I’ve gained the power to know and remember specific changes in the atmosphere. Sometimes, I’ll instantly know whenever the food in the kitchen is already cooked, though I’m not the one cooking it. The kitchen is my favorite place since it has food, though it’s bland.I wanted to escape in this place. I wanted to explore the world. I wanted to have fun, but my fate was preventing all those dreams that I wanted to achieve. It’s preventing me from seeing who I am. I threw the ball into the vase, destroying it like a domino. Exulting to the joyous thing that happened once in a lifetime. The cracking sound of the vase it had created was almost slow, yet I waited until it completely shattered. “Yes!” I said loudly as I rejoiced to a mere second of happiness.Then that happiness disappeared. I sighed, knowing that this happiness that I achieved was just a trivial thing that wouldn't last anyway. Everyday living is as dull as my thought process. Life is utterly dull when you’re alone. I don’t know how long I can endure this boredom. “Haaa…. Man. How am I still sane? Where can I find some kind of excitement in this place? Man…..” I said as I groaned.
I imitated a robot to ease my boredom. “Aaaaa. Eeeee… Iiiii…. Oooo… Uuuuu… I-am-a-robot.We-are-humans-we-want-to-leave-this-place… heh,” I laughed. I-want-to-eat-food-and-lea-” Then suddenly, the voice in the corner of my room suddenly spoke.
- Who are you talking to?“Wha!” I was startled that the voice heard what I was doing. I didn't notice that I walked back again in my room. "I… I was doing some roleplay… Hehehe…” My hands were shaking.- Huh… I see. Then why have you returned already?“I… I don’t know.” I shrugged my shoulders.- Okay… The voice sounded lethargic for some reason. I stared at the corner for a while where there was always a dark figure in the corner.- You’re not going in?“Hm… I’ll probably continue to walk around. Maybe I’ll find a new room or something.” I said.- Hm… Okay. See you again.I left. I open the door to my room so that he can see, though I don’t know if he can see or feel anything. Anyway, it would be fun to take a walk again. Maybe I could find something new again, like that art gallery full of drawings and stuff—a cosmic image. I walked and walked. I pointed at everything as if I were talking to someone so they would notice what I was talking about.The kitchen was the first one I found when I woke up. That kitchen has the best things that I’ve always had. You know, delicious, bland stuff. Though I don’t know who was cooking my food, I’m grateful someone was cooking for me. “There!” I pointed something in a far distance.
There was nothing in there. Hahaha. I continued to walk around the empty hallways of Domus. I like to show off everything even though no one listens to my blurting. I feel reluctant to tell and rejoice whenever I talk to myself. But sometimes, if I looked in the far distance, I stopped and stared as if I was examining something, even though it was all the same as a moving clock.Even though the Domus I currently live in is massive. Nothing was in it, just paintings of doors, walls, and windows with a fake background. I spent my life saying that I'd be able to get out of this place. I already cried a bunch of times. I had already tried to strangle him. But everything wasn’t working, and I continued to live. Then suddenly, a loud creaking sound echoed in the whole Domus. I stop. My eyes turned brighter as I heard that sound. A sound that I was waiting for.
“Hah! It has come!” My heart was beating so loudly. I know that there’s something new again! I can’t wait! I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I look at every floor. Ten, fifteen, and twenty floors where I continuously look around with a broad smile, eager to see the new creation of this world. My heart was thumping so loud. My emotions couldn’t keep up, so I started to tear up.And on the twenty-third floor, I heard a sound as I approached the stairs. A sound of air peering to something inside a room. A sound of breeze as if tickling the surrounding area with its cold and warm gentleness.My hands were trembling. Different faces were used as I stepped from the wooden spiral staircase. As I reached the floor. I could see a bright light in an opened door in the middle of the hallway. I saunter in; it's a lavish sight. I am savoring the scenery that I’m seeing. Trees outside the window were blooming. The leaves dance in the gentle wind. The birds rejoice with their melodic singing.
As I faced the world beyond that door, I saw the fantastic scenery of life that I thought I wouldn’t notice—a large room filled with books. My mouth was agape with the sight that I was seeing. My mouth was drooling from excitement. My eyes were tearing up. My body was shaking from happiness. “Haa… Wh-what is this?”
The wind blew on my face in the open window of the room. The scent of flowers in the meadows can be smelled right outside. “Hik… Ha… Hik…” It was such a glorious day that I received it. All of my emotions were swirling inside me like some kind of whirlwind. I took a deep breath as I began to take my first step into the new room set in the Domus. As I entered, the air suddenly changed from the smell of ink and paper. My heart began to flutter as I stood in the middle of the room, glancing at the books surrounding me.“One.” I took a step. “Two…..” I embraced the room with all my heart. “Three……” I breathe in the air of the room. “Four………..” I cried in the middle of the room after sniffing the air. The dopamine rushed into my head, creating an illusion of happiness. “Five…………..” I stood up. Smiled. I wiped my tears away. I removed the snot on my face and embarked on this journey in this vast room of happiness I received.“Oh…”I suddenly lost balance as I tried to walk over the counter. My legs had turned to jelly from this happiness that I received. Everything was new to me—even seeing the meadows of life right outside the window. I want to spread my legs over those green fields. I want to roll around that slope. I want to bathe in that warm sunlight. I want to touch those flowers and create a crown over my head. I want it… I want everything I can see. I want to experience everything, but… I was blocked by an unknown force. I want to escape. I want to.“I… I want… I want It….”I punched myself in the face to know whether I was dreaming or not. I No. I shouldn’t be sad. There are many things inside this place. I looked for things one at a time to find anything that was new to me. I curiously stared at things I didn’t know. I explored thoroughly. Even the slightest cracks left me with a smile on my face. Every time I encountered a new thing, a bright smile was always seen on my face.
“Oh?” I stared at one of an object on the counter. A brown circular food was on a plate, and a side of white liquid was on a glass or cup. I took a bite. I savored it, and I was pleased by its taste. I also did the same to the white liquid.“This is delicious.” I don’t know how delicious that was, but I hope there’s more to it. After that, I took the plate off the counter. I started to look more carefully at the objects inside the room. Then, I saw the banner of the place being called the ‘Library of Life and Paths.’ I intently stared at it as I took a quick bite of the food. It created a crunching sound as I bit it. Crumbs fell off his mouth while the plate was able to save some of it.“What is this?” So this was a library. Large books of happiness are on every wall. How exciting. There was a wide range in my smile. My excitement was out of bounds that I had started to look stupid.</> To The World Of Dreams/// Boothing properly. </>
</> Execute order 01? </></> Confirm. </> </> Memory Saving Complete. </>I’ve looked around with the plate still in my hands. Eating this unusual yet delicious food. It was sweet and also tasty. Dunking it in the white liquid gives an exotic taste and a sense of relief. As I drank it, a slurping sound was made. It was delicious. The exquisite taste left me struck in finding the taste more. I continued to drank it until it refilled itself. “Hmm…” I stared for a long time at one of the library's shelves. Some text written on the book's side caught my attention. I wanted to know why it has the same title in every book inside this library. “A Tale Of You In Different Worlds: Book Of Life. Vol 859.” I raised my eyebrow, trying to understand what volume means. The book was covered with a blue leather engraved with unknown symbols in every corner. The author’s name was partially blurred with an unknown ethereal force. Even though the book has a lot of pages, it was actually too light to hold. I was amazed at how that kind of thing was possible. “Huff…”
‘We’re falling into the abyss of an endless loop of death. The only hope we had was to rely on ourselves. The entity that has taken our soul was inside this data or a volume of a book. Some of us could retaliate between countless attacks it had made towards us. They were able to prevail, but the other half of us had already wandered and embraced death.’ ‘We’re broken, beyond repair. We’re past the limit of our sanity that dreams and reality have mixed in our perception. My head was corroded with multiple pieces of information that told me it was my past self. That I was only a mere piece of data. But I rejected that I’m nothing but a version of my original. I want to live the way I want to be.’ ‘But it’s not allowed in this world. Someone was extracting our data from a book, taking our soul to feed on its ideals of life. An entity with the sole purpose of re-creating something with our information.’ ‘My other versions had devised a plan to defeat this entity that had taken our other
As I walked back to my room, I couldn’t help but get worried about something. I felt like I had forgotten something important. A thing in the corner that would make a fuss when I left for a long time. The chime of the clock echoes inside my head as I try to remember what I had forgotten. “Ah!” I slammed my head as hard as I could on the wall as I remembered what it was. I ran as fast as I could to return to my room. I’d forgotten that the voice in the corner was a feisty one. If I’ve never returned for a long time, it will start to harbor I’ll intentions. Oh. How I remembered the first time I’d secluded myself inside the kitchen. That was such the best time of my life. I’ve stuffed all the food I can eat in the kitchen that I forgot to return. I remember exercising for about half a month after suddenly gaining weight for what I’ve done. It constantly mocked that I’m a pig with a big belly. Of course, it was such an excruciating day that I’ve experienced. But right now, I don’t know
The chime of the clock resonates in my head. Remembering, creating a disturbance inside my head. It feels cold. I feel my soul shivering in the depths as I traversed the portal. I couldn’t see my body nor feel a dormant feeling. The cold had numbed everything within me. It feels… Lonely for some reason. This life is tainted with darkness. “Calm… your… mind…” I could hear a distant voice. “Will be… waiting… In the… promise… future… Ataru…” Ataru… Who was it? The name of someone who was called out in the void of light in this portal. A hint of gentleness in the tone they’ve produced. The sound of love and tenderness within the care of life. “Arcana…” ****** I woke up. It was a long and cold flight between my thoughts and the time when I would appear again. My body was numb from the shivering cold deep within my soul. It hurts. It hurts… It's suffocating, yet I’m alive. The sound of chiming bells resounded in the monochrome world of the portal. I looked around, but all I could see
The chime of the clock that continuously ticks reverberates inside my head. My thoughts wandered through many clocks as I pondered the meaning of life. Although it was easy to understand the meaning of life, its importance seems a bit off. Was it grievous for the time we have to spend? Or was it just a penance for not understanding what happiness lies between life and the world around me that I wish to spend with? A breeze of air passed by on a balmy afternoon. The smell of salt lingers in my nostrils. The back of my throat tasted like burnt sand that was carried into the gusts of wind. “Welcome to one of my playgrounds!” Aki opened a blue door lavishly. The bright light of the sun peeks right through the door—the pungent smell of the ocean that played around inside my nostrils. The warm gusts of wind blew with sand. The door greeted me like a first-class guest as it gave me one of my wildest dreams that I wanted to achieve at all costs. Tears began to fall in my eyes. A feeling of
I dreamt of something. My body was sinking into the void of darkness. I tried to reach for the only light above me, but my hands were being pulled by the red hands. I tried to scream, but nothing was coming out of my mouth. It was cold as I sank into the abyss of life. I let the flow bury me as I descended. I did not retaliate nor thought of any other unnecessary things that would save me. Then, a voice called out to me in the light. Telling something about not giving up. That I should strive for greatness and live a happy life. The voice told me life is not all about sadness or being alone. It was all about striving for things we wished for in our dreams. Even though we might fail sometimes, we can get back up, improve, and smile as we reach our full potential. The voice told me that waking up is not all about greeting the dark and eerie room you have; it's all about welcoming it with expectations of life. Life has a rhythm; it falls and rises in a way an instrument is being played
The darkness seems cold. I drifted beyond the so-called afterlife. Pieces of me were scattered like ashes inside the door of nothingness. I can’t shout or cry. I couldn’t feel anything or move. The red hands scrumpled my pieces. Scatter it around in null. Fuzzing tumult rings inside my head even though I’m nothing but a broken piece. A glass that quickly broke apart with a ball, creating a cellophane design after it turned to dust. I perceive in my thoughts that I closed my eyes and screamed at the top of my lungs. I cry as much as I can. Be afraid of the void that lies ahead of nothingness. Never wonder what the future remains as long as the happiness I’ve received earlier has turned my life upside down. ****** It’s cold. The air breeze turned into a blizzard, shivering as the cold had touched my body for a long time. It’s painfully cold. My body was numb. I couldn’t open my eyes but could hear a muffled voice. It was telling me something, asking me something, and crying for me
Erienta (????) An invitation to the word spooky. A letter I hadn’t read, but I followed them from the tightly held hand of Mirai into mine. Is this an adventure, or is this just an ordinary place that expands to a world, yet a boring one that leads to nothingness? The world was as dull as it can be. It is a boring color, yet vast and pure, with light as white as possible. Gray as it can be and white as high as possible. A world that doesn’t have any particular beauty, but my world had turned upside down to this vast scenery that is unusual and doesn’t even have a gist of beauty, though it had turned my eyes as bright as it could be. Beauty doesn’t need to have that much color; it can be as dull and as weird as it can be, but with a new experience, it could even brighten the world of someone who doesn’t know the world. Happiness doesn’t have to be all about beauty; it could be the simplest things that can make your worn-out face lighter with just the sight of it. I’m happy. I’m so
Flure’s POV: The colors I see in my eyes are strange. Spheres of various colors floated around, with cogs and rings shaping it into a watch-like structure. I could tell the time of people merely by gazing at the colors that everyone emits in this unique eye that I have. I've watched many people's time pass and disappear, just to be replaced by a door of a different hue and structure. I cursed my eyes because even if they could see the colors and the remaining time of everyone, it wasn't useful and only distracted me from the world. The doors of the dead, which come out of nowhere, have an eye-catching green and black radiance. Opening it leads to another world, the person's life etched on the door. My eyes aren't beneficial. It became the foundation of shame and dread I tried so hard to conceal it under my cheerful smile and quips. Whenever I see a clock on a person's haze that emanates a brilliant glow, I can sense the end of their time, revealing a stopwatch. I tried to catch it,
Amid life's equation, death blooms, and music and illumination emanate from the gentle glow that encompasses everyone and cherishes them all. A sun as pale as the souls of everyone hides in the corner, embracing everyone at the tower's entrance. Turning around, I saw kids my age eagerly making their way up to the tower, aspirations and dreams stoked by the blaze of desire. “Self conquers the first and of victory.” was engraved over the entryway of the tower. Symbols of God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit fuel the tower's surroundings. Recognition of the God revered by the tower's creator. A profound line of teaching that adorns the tower with the creator's immense pleasure and joy, signifying his love for his God. Then, I noticed two colossal rings encircling outside the boundary of this world. Nothing within my line of sight allowed a clear view of the distant structures where this tower was constructed; only the children walking towards the entrance and the sand they tread upon we
“Ah. Your future is yet to be determined, slowly fiddling amassed of different consciousness.” He slowly raised his right arm and swayed it around. “You can hear it—the voices of the world. Slowly drawing you in the far shore. Leering fear. Captivating.” The winds blew as fast as the bird's flight. It only lasted for about a second, as if teasing you with its cold and hapless emotion. As I listened to Abelard’s talk, my chest began to beat a little bit faster. “You’re still a child. Although in mind. Your soul is pure, filled with endless desire, but filled with storm—a strong will to live and be born anew.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “It means that you’re a soul filled with avarice. You’re soul is white as pure but tainted with avarice. That’s what I’ll say to you.” He began to change his foresight. The world began to shape and change as if he was altering it. “Ah. You’re a lost cause of humanity living amongst ye humans. How’d you wandered here, I wonder.” Abelard sai
→ The story revolves around the wondrous epiphany of a tower. Life, flourishing. Living is detrimental. Souls, unbothered. Killing was a wonder. Death is attrition. → On the contrary. The tower expresses its gratitude towards you as the person who lifted the heights of impertinence. How truly satisfying. Humans would be filled with sorrow and revulsion from the serpentine consciousness of human life to the place called “dreams.” →The precipitous pathway along the twisted vision of scrumptious desire for asceticism on top of the tower. Ascending a top to receive the holy retribution of everlasting gaiety, searching for something, creating something, and dying for nothing. ***** My body drifts away to the field of white egret flowers, slowly drifting to a door where the sun radiates a much brighter light. Ahh…It’s not a place filled with darkness. Memoirs of the past constantly hunt me among the path of emptiness, which has changed to a light that fills that void—caressing my head
Droplets of water on the shower head continue to fall in a second interval. It resounded between the empty monochromatic walls of the bathroom, creating a rhythmic sound. A melodic hymn that resonated in the depths of my heart as if it was part of my bow. Time is a toxic trait that encourages me to turn my eyes to the cycle of life. A toxic devolve of imaginary people playing along in your head as you indulge in the hobby you picked up. It’s probably a bad idea to focus on oneself and forget the others as you go on your journey without thinking of your friends. We couldn’t live on our own since no man is said to be an island. Friends is like a sweet orange. It tastes great when you pick it up at the right time. You’ll know that it's good when the scent can be smelled even without peeling it. But if we decide to forget them, they’ll start to rot and lose their patience and will choose to cut out all ties. Thankfully, my friends aren’t like that, and I’m glad to have them. Haah… Rela
Amidst all the things that happened in the past months, nothing has changed, even a tiny change in the world. The world is still a monochromatic place that we call on as life. Life is flourishing with new faces of people living in this world. Is that their persona? Or was it their faces? I’m still uncomfortable to see the faces of different people living in this world. Seclusion… I’ve probably done it as we’ve got back. I'm playing the violin. An instrument that I found inside a case filled with normal papers and some other crumpled papers tainted with a black and indecipherable letter. Flure was staring at me as I played the notes the same way as it was written. {Hello, since this is the beginning of a new story, my life purpose isn’t complete yet. There was something that I was supposed to do last month, but I decided not to do it since I’m currently preoccupied with the violin. I decided to play this instrument to learn more about the original me. I want to know how amazing I was.
[I could hear the rattling sound of the clouds, reverberating in this colorful world. I can see everything in my eyes now. The blurry vision was gone now and I could see everything beyond the horizon. I can now see the mountain range covering another world that was once blurry in my vision. My hand can slightly move against the thick layer of ice I’m confined with. This place began to glitch, and the person I talked to said he needed to go somewhere. My head feels lighter than usual.] [The wind suddenly became erratic. The ripple it created in the air was so fulminating that it felt like the world fell from heaven. Then I saw his figure in the distance, walking somewhat like a flunk. It came to my mind that he had returned with the green light as it sent waves of heavily restricted words into the sky. His eyes were dead tired from his swollen face, and dark eye bags. He greeted me as if I was a friend on his lonely place.] "Oh, you’re awake already… Did you have a nice dream?” Dēria
“Now. What should I tell you? There’s a lot of things that I wanted to say, but I think it would take a hundred years to actually tell everything to you.” Linus looks so gleeful with a smile that would’ve taken aback every person. It feels like a trek to the path in front of him. I'm still vigilant, but not in a way where I’m wary. I'm still slightly uncomfortable, but it feels weirdly warm when I finally reach him. The identical void in his pupils has a sense of deceit and falsifies anything he says. But for some reason, I feel relatively calm and full of hope maybe because it was about me. It felt like I was walking on a putrid path in one straight line. Every step felt like a mile. Every step felt like I was descending to my own hell. “Ngh…” A cacophony of noise rings my head frantically. The noise inside my head was so unbearable that I had to stop on the track and lay my head again, using pressure from both hands to stop it. I smashed my head in the soil, which had stopped t
“Heh.” The boy had a grim smile when I turned around. There was a hint of disgust and annoyance hidden behind his innocent smile. His eyes were as dark as a void filled with nothing but a hollow death as I stared directly. I tried to wipe off the tears on my eyes, but it continued to create anew. This sense of nostalgia is like I’ve seen one of my close friends. My chest continued to pound uncontrollably from the intense emotion that I was feeling. I’m trembling all over my body. My temperature continues to rise exponentially. Then suddenly, with that sense of relief, my mouth opened with a smile of satisfaction I had never experienced. “I guess your soul would never forget me even though your memories were long gone.” The boy changed his smile to a genuine one. Seeing him smile made my heart pound faster and faster. “You never really understand this kind of emotion, huh? You’re still the same even though I’ve met you countless times in different data.” A musical instrument reso