Prologue
Solace and weightless like a feather.
An alien sensation compared to the usual hollowness that was present caused by the ill and onerous strain.
There is no warmth or cold, nor any sense of direction.
No bitter or sweet taste, nor any sound or scent.
No destination or purpose to find, nor any dream or wish left to fulfil.
Like a pleasant paradise, no happiness, sorrow or regret could be found.
No present to be aware of, nor a future to desire.
The tranquillity and peacefulness were too good to reject. Drowning out the reminiscence of the bustling anecdote of the fading past, too out of reach for the fleeing state of consciousness to retrieve. No soul could never dare to resist succumbing to the blissful fate, no matter how dreadful or tragic it may be.
Freedom cannot be attained once inside the void, where not even the vessel of the soul could survive for it would be devoured by the void eater until the soul is defenceless. To be drained of the essence of life, until they cease to exist entirely. Far out of sight and out of touch to be drawn back into the Cycle of Rebirth.
Death is no foreigner to this decrepit lingering soul roaming within the sombre landscape of nothingness, flickering in and out like a worn-out lightbulb. Disintegrating incessantly, simultaneously with the ticking hand of time and slowly losing the drawn-out battle for the right to exist.
The void has been where it had begun and now, this is where the end is calmly waiting.
Like swimming underwater, the sudden appearance of a seeker entirely out of place was diving through the colourless space toward the fading glow with ease. The figure was a smokey silhouette resembling a background character in a dream, seized the drain soul barely in time before the evanescing progress could be complete.
“I’ve got you.”
Of sorrow and pain, the founder would not help the emotion that surface at the remaining fragment of a soul lacking in the essence that once was so vibrant and warm. The remnant was cradled in a gentle embrace like a precious newborn against the chest. Tears broke free at the faint pulse which resonated in response to a heartbeat.
In a blink of an eye, a faint smile appeared and the founder vanished without a trace along with the soul.
