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Alexithymia: The Curse of Transcendence [Remastered]

🇨🇭evolx24
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[For the new readers - This novel is a slow ride into the abyss of your soul; your consciousness, full of negativity and occasional hatred. You will ask yourself many questions because this story is not a linear read, but rather a complex brainfuck that takes its time to unfold. I encourage you to read until the last chapter as your patience will be rewarded with answers... More or less :) ] In the year 2193, two generations passed since the European Union collapsed after the events of WW3. Quarta (Nion), a citizen of the lands of Aleksithimia, is one of few people who was allowed to keep her emotions from being taken away by the new regime of her country. After years of living and serving for the Utopian City that has been constructed by the emperor Aleksithimia, one of four rulers of the New World; Suffocating as an emotionless persona, fraught with distress that she became a tool rather than a human being. Alone in the perfectly unperfect universe, she has begun her long journey to discover the truth about the world she is living in, and most importantly, her true self that has been erased a long time ago...
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Chapter 1 - The Echoes of Transcendence

'You never know what you have until you lose it,

And once you lose it,

You can never get it back.

Or so I thought...'

- LOVE:less act 1 -.

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"Nionel!!" shouted a distant voice. "Hold on! I am coming for you!"

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"My head…It hurts... I can't think straight. What happened? Where am I…?"

"The ambulance is on the way!" resonated a male voice from afar.

"Someone is calling... Mom?"

"Where are you?" he shouted.

"Something isn't right... Where is everyone? Dad!?"

"Damn it, damn it all. I can't lose her! Not like that…" The man kept cursing on his own while making his way to the upper floor.

"Why can't I move my body? My eyes are sore...? Why can't I force my mouth to speak?! What is going on?"

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"I will get you out of there! Just hold on!" his voice resonated through the thin walls.

"Who is this? I can hear steps..."

"It is going to be alright, I will take you out of here, I promise!" said the man, his voice sounding more as if he wanted to reassure himself.

"I feel tired…I want to see my mom… Where is she…"

"Nionel?" he kept shouting relentlessly.

"I know this voice…"

"If you can hear me, please, answer me!" he begged.

"Uncle Noah…?"

"Nionel, where are you? Can you hear me?!" Noah shouted a couple of meters away.

"It's dangerous here… I have to tell him!"

"We must hurry! It's not safe here!" he kept moving and flipping stuff over in the room next door.

"I need to get out of here…I should not be here…Something is not right… I need to leave…Help me!"

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"NIONEL?!" He ran into another room.

"I have to tell him! I must speak up! have to tell him that I am right here! Why can't I open my mouth?"

"Nionel! Give me a sign so I can find you! Anything!" he kept shouting while investigating the other side of the floor.

"…Why do I feel pain? Is it an illusion!? Am I dreaming? I can't tell… But the heat… It is all around me…It hurts me…Mommy…What is going on?! It hurts… Why does it hurt so much?!"

"Nionel! We must leave before the whole building collapses!" Noah shouted.

"I feel pain! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Mommy!! Make it stop! Somebody, help me!"

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A wave of pain and agony suddenly washed over her, enveloping the little 6-year-old girl who happened to be trapped under the debris in one of the rooms of a house that had caught fire. Unable to move, her body began shaking relentlessly, her throat gurgling as she struggled to breathe. She was the prisoner of ravaging flames, the carbon monoxide imprisoning her sanity. The pain was merciless.

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"MAMA!" She screamed with all of her strength.

The second she screamed an electric shock from the open burns shot through her body.

"HELP ME!" She screamed hysterically while the flames were devouring her skin.

"NIONEL! I AM COMING!" Noah ran on the spot and then threw himself to the ground while covering his mouth.

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"What did I do…" His eyes watered in agony and pain as he witnessed the half-burnt body of the little girl who helplessly screamed for help.

"Uncle Noah…Please…" She extended her arm trying to reach her savior as she exhaled her last breath and completely lost her consciousness.

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"…I hear someone crying… I know that smell of lavender cologne… Uncle Noah. Why is he crying…? That's… sad… I wonder why…Maybe something bad happened to him…? Maybe I… Can help…? I like Uncle Noah… He is always nice to me and my mommy... If I… can make him feel better… If I… can help him… That will make me… Happy…"

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In silence, Nionel slowly raised her arm and gently poked Noah's check.

"Uncle, Noah…", she slowly exhaled, "it is going to be… All right…" The blood began dripping from her mouth as she spoke.

"I am sorry…I am so sorry… It should not happen like that…" He sobbed in a way as if he had lost everything he ever had.

"Everything is going to be… all…right. I am sure… If it is you… Everything… is going to be all… right…" Nionel slowly pronounced, taking a deep breath almost every time she tried to speak.

"Not… this time…" He slowly caressed her head, which had almost no hair left".

"You can always… Start over…Right…?" She tried to smile but her internal pain was more than obvious.

"I can't…" Noah cried. "I can't…Not this time… I am so sorry…" He lowered his eyes, trying to look away.

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The air smelled of burning wood that had attracted the neighbors and bystanders. Each second the crowd grew in numbers as if people were gathering for fireworks. Everyone was watching the house that was slowly collapsing, one piece at a time… Nobody said a word.

Minutes later, every heart on the street skipped a beat as the sirens of the fireman and ambulance vans rushed to the accident location.

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"I feel… tired…" Nionel said, slowly removing her arm from around her uncle, which dropped like a dead weight.

"Your mother… Now you… I only bring death and misfortune… Please don't leave me behind... Please never..." He stopped in the middle of the sentence.

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The screeching tires and the flashing blue lights illuminated the crowd. Every head turned to follow the medics rushing to the house. Only at that moment did the crowd notice the silhouette of a young teenager who was holding the burned corpse of a little girl; Unnoticed by everyone, he kept crying in complete silence…

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"Uncle… Noah…Thank…you..."

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Nionel Valentine – Deceased [24.10.2178]