"Little dreams, gained putrid. Void of thought, freedom can never be fought. Without a voice, left without a choice. Born of good and evil. You are the seal for this never ending darkness whom corrupted this entire world. You are the purest vial. You are the hollow vessel."
The howling wind brushed through the leaves of the trees at the mountain top. The sky is dark and the pinnacle of light had lost against the brooding darkness, and forever sealed itself away.
The foul stench of the howling wind in the foggy alleyways. Eternal nights, haunting and fright. This is the pandemonium. A beclouded shape from the past, a thing that will forever last.
Beyond the longing desserted place stood a huge castle of epitome mysteries, and discreet. Among the green, mossy walls filled with ichor, a beating heart of a round-shaped cocoon hanged steadfast from a vine. With the slightest gust of the wind it fell on the floor of cracks and cobble. Splattered, the goo sprinkling out of the cocoon mixed with the blood and water coming out from a dead body lying on the floor.
Born out of the fall, a mysterious small creature covered in moss leaped out of its broken shell. Surprisingly stiff but slimy, a slender tail of its own propelled itself to the neck and landed inside the rusty chainmail worn by the corpse.
In a few moments, the seemingly lifeless eyes of the corpse began to move erratically, its flesh gobbling up like it's been boiled from the inside. The somewhat mysterious parasite decapitated its host's head through an explosion and the seemingly enormous dark energy surging from the outside has been absorbed through the huge hole on top of its neck.
The corpse's arms began to move and its legs twisting in a morbid manner. It clutched its right fist while its left hand reaching for something and then an ear-piercing scream suddenly filled the silent hall. It was at this moment that the corpse stood up and steps groggily, treading aimlessly through the dark, murky hall.
A bright, blue flame appeared inside the hole of the corpse's neck. It began to sear bright that the tail of the flame became visible on the outside. The beheaded corpse swayed its hands in the front and its pale palm facing towards its chest. The brightness of the flame illuminated the hall, revealing a horrible and a dreadful scenery.
The beheaded swivelled, caught and intrigued. "Where am I?" a ghastly voice coming out of the searing flame on top of the neck of beheaded's corpse. Looking at its surroundings, and decided to loosen the interest and didn't mind the scenery around him. It proceeded to walk towards the window at the end of the hallway.
"The cry of the wind resonating through my ears. A lot must've happened", watching the foggy view outside of the castle, it reaches its hand towards the window pane, the glass broke upon contact with its slender fingers. The beheaded then jumps out of the window and crashes to the ground. It stood up and continued to walk groggily heading towards the dim and foggy forest right out of the castle gates.
Steps and crackles upon taking another step, the dark path is filled with fungus and sloppy mud. The beheaded corpse did not mind and continued to walk. "Grasped dreams from indecency... no thought innate... no freedom to create" a ghastly voice spoke behind the swaying trees around the beheaded. It's utterly dark and spooky but the beheaded didn't lay an ear on it.
Then all of a sudden, a clanking sound of metals vibed with the wind's whispering. The beheaded stopped and stood still, drifting its flaming vision away from the dark path that it's troding. In all of a sudden, a cloaked figure glowing in red appeared a few steps on the left from the path that it's taking. The beheaded decided to follow the cloaked figure.
Upon getting closer, the cloaked figure is not really cloaked. The shape on its head resembles that of a woman's tied up ponytail. The clanking sound stops. The woman turned her head around and her eyes met the walking corpse's figure. But instead of being frightened, the woman turned around. As she gets closer, it has noticed that the woman is deemed to be in her late twenties with long eyebrows, slanty eyes, slightly turned-up nose, plumpy lips, and her hair is shrouded and very long that half of her face is covered with it. She's also riding a small wooden wagon made with old fibrous wood tissues with mites all over it and with two huge and dirty wooden wheels placed on both opposite sides. Metals and sharp blades hanging from the long wooden pole placed at the back of the wooden wagon and that maybe caused all of the clanking sound. The woman has been strapped by tissues from her upper bust up on to its neck, also in her both arms. The woman's approach is seemingly calm with a bland stare and lifeless expression on her face.
Her hair has been strummed by the blowing of the wind as she approaches the beheaded corpse. "Are you lost spirited one?" The woman spoke with a sickly voice. The beheaded remained silent and its fiery vision is lain upon her. "A ghost with no head, I see", the woman sighed and closed her eyes. The beheaded still remained silent and stood erect. "Do you want to come with me?" The woman asked and stared back at the fiery look of the beheaded. Her eyes are like glinting crystals from the burning flame by the beheaded's neck.
The beheaded clutched its fist and placed it on its chest. "I'm sorry for not noticing that you don't have a head. If you want to come then just follow me" The woman turned around and pushed the wheels of the wagon. The clanking of the metals resonated through the air once again. The crimson red glow seared behind the woman's long and shrouded hair as she move towards the dimming path. The beheaded stared at her for a few seconds and at last, decided to follow her.
The woman noticed that the ghost decided to follow her and a little smile displayed on her face. She brushed her hair through her ears and looked back. "Do you have a name?" She asked. The beheaded stopped. "I'm... I'm sorry, I think I got a little hasty..." she smirked. "You're an odd ghost. I've seen, met, and spoke to a lot of ghosts before but you're totally different from them".
"Your actions are seemingly lifeless and a guess I have made that you are wandering in this place aimlessly" the beheaded clutched its fists and placed it on his chest. "It's a yes then. You oddball, maybe I should name you No Head since you don't have any head". The beheaded dropped down his fists furiously exhibiting frustration. The woman laughed in a silly manner. "It's No Head then!" After the fading laugh, the woman blissfully smiled at the beheaded and turned back in front.
Then they both traversed the path heading to who knows? It's a dark path up ahead and things are not quite expected but rest assured to the path that they are taking.