Suddenly, golden strands slowly appear on the land of the black burial. It has a slightly pale beauty under the moonlight. The filaments interlock and form a series of shapes. The resulting geometry shapes are animated and completed by rotating around itself. The resulting magic circle became brighter and brighter, and a series of bones slowly sprang out of the ground. Finger bones and wrist bone are clear and distinct. The forefinger points slightly as if he were pointing at it.
After the right hand, the left leg rebels. The scapulae, the scapula, the hip bone...
The missing head reveals itself through the crumbly dust, the protruding hand bone extends and snaps the crown of the completed vertebra into place.
A pale ominous green flickers within those hollow pupils. As the green fire slowly fades, the golden filamentary circle changes shape to a slightly pale silver color… the lines of muscle that suddenly bursts into its own being, trapping the entire bone, and the visible pieces of flesh gradually detail, like carving a statue. Thus, the silver circle changes for the last time, until it becomes milky white...
The filaments in the circle surround the body, and the filamentous pores suddenly appear.
Perfect facial and body features, this is the depiction of a young boy. His face has a sense of holiness, as if representing an art carved by a god. But those ominous green eyes keep suppressing the hysterical feelings.
This does not fault him.
On the contrary, it resembles a fallen angel.
A demonic beauty, a deadly sin, a sinner...
He just stared at the ground expressionlessly.
Where was he now?
Hell ?
Oh no, it was dark and peaceful in here. Calm and moderate.
Maybe he had gone mad and was trapped in a hallucination in his own mind?
He lifted his head to the sky.
Above him was a sea of stars.
He just stood there blankly. He squinted his eyes slightly and felt their breathing deeply.
He took a long breath and, closing his eyes, lay down on the ground with both arms outstretched.
Why? He asked why?
His lashes trembled, his pale lips were bloodless.
He slowly straightened himself up again. He lifted his weak arms and gripped her body tightly. Then he covered his face.
His bent spine bore not the slightest trace of tenderness. Drop by drop dripped down the cheeks and between the fingers, turning the earth green.
On the verge of destruction and collapse, without the slightest trace of vitality...
WHY ?!
Didn't he commit suicide? So why is he alive?!
Didn't he make the world hell with himself?
How can the emptiness inside end?
Moreover, why is he alive?
He never felt like he belonged to the world. It was like he was a foreigner who had fallen here. Every part of it was incompatible.
He was on the obvious brink of collapse as he struggled with fear, despair, confusion, and other suffocating emotions.
"Haha..hahaha....ahahahahaAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The sharp sound echoed, echoed, and finally faded away in the forsaken land. Hysterical trembling, crazy smile and offended eyes.
He slowly straightened himself up, staggered, advanced quite modestly with his head bowed.
There was a vortex in the eyes under that slanted head that would shatter everything at any moment. With staggering steps and blank eyes, he moved forward with pale skin and light expression.
What will he do ?
Maybe he should, once again, bury the whole world in hell with himself?
Right, why not? Once again he can go into space, once again find a suitable crime tool and put it into orbit...
And once again, he may witness the apocalypse of the whole world...
At that moment, when one looks at the sky from the earth, the sky resembles a red rose and the thorns of meteorites. It burns, burns and scorches.
It leaves nothing behind.
Neither her seemingly beautiful face, nor her black mud-stained heart...
He shattered his soul, broke his bones, his blood gushed, his flesh was minced and torn to shreds.
-To be continued-