Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181223051802

This...

This is much to make for Prad. The death of innocence. The haunt by an ethereal entity vaguely human in shape and tone. The world within his mind breaks as the intrusive state of limbo without.

"You remember now...The strength I gave you when none would lift a finger for what they see as an unimportant human being such as yourself. The gaze beyond what any of them would ever muster in their lifetime..."

A gift? A curse. The former in the immediate times of happening. The latter, ever since. A protection of omission. A decadent path, seeking to push him somewhere. Or, even a state of being.

He sits by himself, surrounded by ancient soil permeating the room, the objects within the room travelled with him. Stone floats by, the ground features no grass, no dirt, no life. A curtain of darkness strays over the entirety of the place, as if they stood by the final frontier of earth.

"I gave you everything you sought. But now...this reminder, I hope you remember it..."

The man in the wall's shadow shape rushes at Prad, the latter unprepared for the act. His eyes, his body, his thoughts, his no longer. They glare under a malevolent flame as he keeps his frame sat upon the bed, radiating amidst the darkness of the temporal cosmos.

You owe me.