On the seventh day of my life in this mirror-like world, I woke up in someone else's shoes.
Maybe it was the person who wrote me that letter?
He didn't really know, but what he did know was that everything he saw was important.
In fact, it all started in the eternal emptiness of the cosmos, there you could see two blurred-looking silhouettes, they were small pieces of light similar to pieces of glass, floating between the folds of this fragile reality, but as they did so, their bodies they broke.
Like fireflies circling a candle, their meeting seemed preordained, like two lovers sworn to live together for eternity.
And when their pieces met she could feel his longing. His love.
But although the view from afar seemed like a beautiful meeting, those pieces of light could never come together.
There was always something that separated them. Either by the cosmos that corroded them or the time that erased them, they simply had to wait for their fate in silence...
"Like the 'Void' in the name they were called."
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Perhaps for God they were something that should never be seen by anything or anyone, something that should never exist...
But a failure allowed it, that failure was a memory, the memory of a system...
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Or at least it seemed that way, but even if I was wrong, my eyes that were wandering through nothing in search of a continuation were suddenly cut off.
Everything went jet black, but as if 'it' answered me.
My vision was distorted and everything in front of me faded away to show me the worst memory I had had so far.
But... Maybe this was just another warning?
As a last gift before I can wake up...
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Suddenly, in front of my eyes, the starry world that adorned the night was replaced by a fragmented world.
But now I wasn't alone, there was also someone I knew quite well there, it was the writer who showed me his past.
He who had reddish hair and golden eyes, not only accompanied me in what could be my last vision, his almost transparent body also showed me something else.
It was an old looking ring, but that ring was held by the 7 threads coming out of my chest.
But when I wanted to ask about the situation. I heard it:
"That day the sky shattered like glass..."
Suddenly, the constant chaos unfolding in front of my eyes left me in a daze. But it wasn't because of the impact, it was because of one of the first memories I had when I woke up.
It was obvious, that battle was as similar to how I remembered it, the same streets, the same dialogue and even the deaths were the same, it was practically like watching the replay of some kind of movie that I wish I could finish or maybe it's just a dream. .
"Surely it would be easy to think something like that, a nightmare sounded good too, at least that would have an end, but unfortunately it wasn't. This was real and as such, there was no escape."
I knew it. Whether to live or die, whether to fight or try to escape, beg or fight, for the person in front of me, his fate was already decided.
Soon...
Those fears that were kept hidden within his soul resurfaced.
That curse that haunted him since the first encounter with him...
That curse known as... 『 Karma 』
There I also understood who he was, that man who seemed so familiar to me, almost a carbon copy of my face, he was nobody else than that piece of glass.
However, it wasn't all bad, he could still see her, he could touch her and he could also protect her and while he kept his mind away from the place, I heard her.
It was the gasp of a woman with pink hair, but that wasn't what woke me up from the trance, it was something else, the destruction of the world.
But obviously, that was not a small-scale fight, it was a massacre, a utopia that should not exist...
A past crushed by his forgotten future.
『 A Lost Future 』
"That day the fight seemed to go on for hours, but it was only minutes..."
The man next to me spoke to me. But all my eyes saw was the fierce battle between humans and gods.
It was the full-fledged ragnarok, however, that myth that he saw from a distance seemed to drag vision to the center of the abyss.
Now I knew that among those people who were fighting, was me.
But even with that, I wanted to fight for my destiny, or at least see that it wasn't a pointless fight.
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But after having lost the strength to continue fighting, after desperately trying to win, I remembered, my first life...
An enviable life, but like any other, a meaningless life...
"That's when I felt it, that forgotten feeling that I tried to erase to fulfill my purpose."
His words seemed empty to me.
That anger that tried to consume us, that fear of losing her again or her pain of not being able to get it back; the thousands of sensations that attacked me, brought me a sour metallic taste in my mouth, it was blood.
I could still feel it.
Due to her rage and helplessness at not being able to do anything but just watch, I had to grit my teeth at my uselessness as I watched her die.
But I knew, something like that was hard to get over, or maybe that was his destiny...
After all, that man was just another soul fighting against the world...
But what if it was him...
Would anything change?