Where am I? The only thing I could remember was I woke up in an empty world. The gentle wind woke me up. I even couldn't remember why I am here let alone knew what had happened during my sleep. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw this vast world is so empty.
Maybe I am still dreaming. But ... this dream ... is too real. I could feel water with my feet, I could hear the voice of birds, butterflies, smell of fresh flowers around, everything is real. Why I am the only one here. Too many questions unanswered filling my head. I wanna scream, scream louder and louder, but I am afraid my voice could just land to deaf ears.
So cold. So cold, and dark here. Where is everyone? Could you please hear me? Hello? None here. None gives me warm hug, none gives me gentle smile. All I feel, is cold night, empty world, emptyness within. I feel so alone.There is none here could answer all my questions. None. Only me here, just myself. My own existence.
Going from from place to place, the answer is always same, pure nothingness from what's left of the glory of the past. I don't even know the reason why I am the only one exist. I don't even know what year, month or day it is. I don't know. Who knows. All I could now is try finding the answer of all unanswered questions. Who knows, in other place, in other time. I wish I could find someone who really knows ...
"Your Identity is from the heavens a Guardian mayhap,You woke up from the emptiness to witness the world that has long ended by the very dysfunctions of mankind , thus you are tasked to wander and find the inevitable solution to build a new society free of mankind's weaknesses even if perils hinder your way."
If it were real. I mean we are mankind as the highest level existence of life perished someday. All we left were just destructions of our "glory" for this vast world.
The question now is: Are we intelligent enough to understand enough of the reason of our life? We claimed ourselves to be smartest and wisest being to know everything yet in few circumstances we don't even know simple things. Sounds philosophical maybe.
Imagine yourself as the little girl knowing nothing of what happened in the past. Now, what you will do when none there to talk, to share happiness, to hug warmly.
Life is a term often described as an entity similar to a grimoire , a mystical relic that records the actions and biography of all things dead , nonexistent , inanimate nor living , the roots of mankind's weaknesses stems well into our constant desire of revolution and power often times "survival of the mightiest" thus resulting in numerous upheavals that lead to our society unjust and decay.
I'll try to mimic the girl with this paragraph :
" A dark shroud entombed my visions and thoughts hearing voices of what seemed to be happy creatures only for the phenomena distort and change into screams of seemingly perpetual agony , my mind started to hurt and a faint of light pierced through the dark shroud , my featureless palms decided to reach the light and a huge flash blew me away...
Where am I ? Was that a dream ? If so...why does my head hurt with such intensive ache ?
As I came back to my senses I found myself in an isolated room with no features that are worth mentioning and a lone door with fungi infesting it's wooden frame , I stood up and walked towards the door and opened the knob with humble resolve..a bright but gloomy feeling surged towards my senses , a world with no semblance of life and activity , a deserted and empty world , I wandered off and hoped to discover things I never knew , during one of my travels I happened to pass by a peculiar blade shaped like a pendulum , with it I pretended to have a companion which I find to be most comfortable in this empty deserted world..."
Yeah, I want to bring two topics at once here. First, if someday humanity perished leaving the once called civilization. Two, if you find yourself far in the future, where it's not like the future everyone dreams of.
My thanks to the pixiv artist who made all of artworks featuring a series of journey about little girl with her magical Axe.
I'm afraid I couldn't imagine myself in that little girl position. Wandering around the world with none there, just yourself. Even though you were granted long life. If that happened, I just wish God put me again into eternal sleep.
Damn, this gives me a slight psychological impact :D
I was in the mood to write something anyway. I wanted to write more, but I'll let the pictures handle and tell what will be my unwritten words here. Because it will be very long story if I just put 'em as words
Post again your new stuffs next time, it's fun to read something like this.
Okay, sure.
After read your this blog I can't explain my imagination about it I never want to be on the place of that little girl it tells us how we can be here without our friends and family after read it I suppose life is a dream?