Glancing at the mirror, circular with shattered edges in its perimeter arranging from largest to smallest, the further it is in the center.
'Is it this really me?'
Although he remained cautious concerning the faceless man, he couldn't help but be mesmerized by the image reflecting in the mirror. Watching its semi-transparent core erecting a golden flare. Flowing smoothly like grass whirling around in the water while its edges disappear as it gets closer to the membrane. He thought of the man's word,
'To think that souls exist.'
Before he was transported inside this classroom reminiscent of his past life, he recalled that he was alone in the dark void. Fortunately, that wasn't the case. When the light burst out of nowhere, showering his surrounding with brightness, he saw an unlimited number of souls—each one attached themselves, devoiding any available space between them.
Focussing back at the mirror, he noticed that his soul was emitting light. Although it wasn't as bright, it should at least brighten his neighbors and should every soul exceedingly.
'Wouldn't that expose every soul?'
But that isn't the reality he experienced. Once he is devoid of familiarity, he was blindingly drowning that felt like an eternity then gasping for air at the last moment, like having all context of the entire file deleted with a push of a button only to be uploaded again.
'I don't want to go back there.' He thought hopelessly.
His soul is glimmering a beautiful golden hue. Nevertheless, his anxieties continued to invade his consciousness.
The image reflected becoming dimmer as he thought of the possibility.
He focused his vision on his surrounding, the man sitting down concentrating at the computer in front of him.
'If I weren't in this place, would I be trapped there, never to see, feel anything...'
He wasn't scared of the darkness itself, but the moment he will lose his experience and connections. Becoming ignorant of the circumstances he will be in and the continuation of it.
...
And for a moment of silence, he thought of the people he left behind. He couldn't help but question,
'Would they end up with the same fate as I did?'
Thinking about it caused him to lose the tiniest bit of fate held up to this moment, wishing that he could see them one more time exploded in his head. His eyes will produce tears if he has a body, his mouth looking down while grinding his teeth. The flare of his soul intensifies, yet its luster becomes dimmer as he continues to mourn.
'If God exists, maybe there is hope for them,'
The divine kingdom exists for people, like his family, who lived well. Unlike his unfaithfulness, his family should be granted passage towards Nirvana.
'I should tell my sister to stop acting like a bitch ass she is,'
He laughs at the thought. He couldn't do anything, let alone walk there, even if it's possible, could they even see him, hear him?
A doll they will turn into after death. A simple dolly, sitting down in the attic deprived of light. Unable to move, to share thoughts, and to produce them. A doll, along with other dolls dirty as dust and cobwebs, covers its entirety.
'If God were so forgiving, then where was his hand when I died?'
Then he suddenly remembered someone important to him. His heart skyrocketed.
'What about—'
Like a memory deleted from his head.
'Huh?'
'Why can't I think about— Who is—'
He looked at the other person in the room. His face focused on the computer. Considering that he was the person who brought him to this place and the only person he met thus far.
'No... He couldn't possibly have,'
He stared back at the mirror. His soul's luster continues to deteriorate. Yet another wave of energy began, far more robust when he first saw his soul. His emotion is becoming unstable due to excessive anger at the thought that someone is manipulating his head, erasing some vital entry in his diary, like a cut somewhere in his hearth incapable of healing after many stitches. Disregarding everything, he laughs.
'Hahahahaha'
He looked to the man sitting, now facing him, still deprived of facial features. He spoke with malice directed at him.
" Are you—" As if interrupting the man from speaking, Cass exclaimed
'What the Fuck did you do?!'
***
As he was playing around at the computer, he couldn't help but notice his dissatisfaction with the game he opened. Although he played the game multiple times, he couldn't help but question why the creator would create such a pixelated menu.
'He's a God for our sakes. Couldn't he create a background fitting for such stature?!' he exclaimed.
'If it were me, I would have used live models of the planet's biomes changing from each compass every few minutes while having a day and night cycle displaying several moons according to the actual orbit,'
Instead, he has a screen displaying a pixelated background with [Hub of Gods] in the middle and [Sentro] just below it. And a green [Play] and red [Quit] below the title. The background displays a planet with clouds circling it and a seven-colored moon surrounding the planet.
His consciousness is boiling with steam, uncontrollable hands gliding like a coaster while restraining his actions in order to preserve his Godly pride in front of the soul.
'I shouldn't lower myself in front of mortals. Being a God is hard work for sure,'
Fortunately enough, Cass was staring in his direction for a moment only to look back at the mirror, conversing to himself. Although the man would like to listen to his self-talk, however, he didn't pay much attention to it due to his nonsensical complaints about the game's menu screen.
He thought while blushing, his nose producing steam every time he exhales. Though it happened all in his head, not possessing any facial features would prove challenging to execute.
Thinking back about the game, realizing the complexities and entertainment it brings, he couldn't help but say,
'To be honest, it's actually beneficial to play the game, and it's not like I help develop it, so I have no right to complain. And it's free.' He continued
'And it has a lot of players. Even a single server has hundreds of them. So you'll never get lonely, though it's a bit competitive.'
'Those mortals don't know what they're signing up to. If they bear my crest even if they don't have faith in me, they would have become stronger for sure, hmph hmph!'
'Now that I think about, how is—' He stopped realizing something.
'Eh, why is he laughing?'
Being fully adjusted on himself and his thoughts, he felt a gaze pointing in his direction, unaware of the soul's mental state and its development to this event. He mustered all his will to say, confused, concerning the malice emitting by the soul.
"Are you—"
'What the fuck did you do?!'
A wave of energy striking every object in Cass's surroundings, shifting them away from him although too weak to make them roll down. Finishing the words the man wants to convey,
"Okay..."
As Cass heard his words, and with greater force, he claimed,
'What the hell do you mean, okay?! I can't remember— I can't even say— And I know— I know that person exists somewhere inside my head. I can't express my feeling— But I know it in my heart that I—'
After deliberating the information Cass spoke of, he understood the meaning behind them. His face, deprived of any features, is entirely still, yet emotions are piling up inside it. He stated calmly,
"Cass, I may consider myself as a God, but I'm not omnipotent. Most Gods are."
Raising his hand to stop Cass from disturbing him, he continued, seeming dispirited, unable to face Cass. He explained.
"The moment your soul left the body that's been holding it on your planet. Once your soul is transferred to that place is the moment, as you experienced, loses everything. The process is extremely fast even I can't catch up to it and so potent even I can't completely protect you from it."
'That's Fucking Bullshit!' Cass shouted. The man slightly moved his chair back, hitting the table as his words struck him. Cass continued to exercise his thoughts.
'For all I know, you could be lying to my Fucking face, especially with that Fucking face you have going!'
Signing, the man directly spoke, "You're fortunately lucky I manage to do it." He continued in sorrow.
"Your not the only fish in that vast ocean," As Cass realized something, he remembered the image he saw when the light struck.
"If you're that unstable, depressed as you are, maybe I should just throw you in back where I found you. Pick your choice, Cassette."
Cass remained silent, his gaze, his soul like a candle running out of wax, its fire getting dimmer. Who was the person in his heart, it exists somewhere with him, yet it could not distinguish it. He could not stop thinking about it. As if it kept coming right in his head over and over again. It, in a sense, is used to identify a direct object. Only if he remembers. Maybe he wouldn't be as damaged as he is now.