Darkness had enveloped the world, suffocating it in a thick, impenetrable veil of obsidian. In the silence, there was only the sound of destruction; a cacophony of screams, cries, and the roar of an unknown creature that shook the very earth beneath it. It was a being of immense power, towering over everything, its heteromorphic form defying all comprehension. It had countless eyes, each one capable of seeing through the veil of the world and into the souls of its inhabitants.
The darkness was complete and consuming, like a black hole devouring everything in its path.
In the midst of this chaos, a voice echoed through the void, calling out a name. The sound was distorted, as though it had been twisted by the very fabric of reality itself. The name belonged to a boy, a name that only he would recognize. The boy's eyes were drawn to the creature's gaze, feeling as though he was being stripped bare by its penetrating stare. It was a gaze that seemed to know every secret, every fear, every desire he had ever harboured. He felt naked and exposed before it, vulnerable and powerless. As the creature opened its maw and let out a deafening cry, the boy's body was wracked with pain and fear, and he knew deep down that he had to escape, to run as fast and as far as he could from the monster before him.
But suddenly!
His eyes flew open, and he found himself drenched in a cold sweat. He tried to move, but his legs felt heavy and unresponsive. As the remnants of the dream slowly faded away, he realized that he couldn't remember his own name. He struggled to recall anything about himself, but his memories were as fractured and distorted as the voice that had called his name in that dream.
The boy slowly scanned the room, struggling to remember anything about where he was or how he got there. The walls were bare, devoid of any decorations or markings, and the only furniture in the room was a fancy-looking wardrobe and a white uniform lying on the floor. He tried to recall his own name, but his mind drew a blank. He couldn't even remember what he looked like or where he came from.
As he tried to get up from the bed, his legs still trembling, he made his way over to the uniform on the floor.
There was something in one of the pockets. As he bent down and picked the uniform.
He reached in and pulled out a folded paper, and as he unfolded it, he found himself looking at what appeared to be a timetable, a class schedule for school. The writing on the paper looked foreign to him, yet somehow he was able to read it.
".....The fundamentals of magic, basic weapon learning, theory of circles, cycle of birth..."
He wondered if he was a student, but he couldn't be certain. The uncertainty only added to the sense of unease that was creeping up on him. As he stared at the timetable, a strange feeling began to gnaw at the back of his mind. It was as though he was being watched, as though something or someone was observing him.
He tried to shake off the feeling, but it persisted. His mind raced as he tried to recall anything about himself, but it was like trying to grasp at smoke. He felt like a stranger in his own body, disconnected from his own identity.
As he tried to shake off the feeling of being watched, the school bell suddenly rang loudly, causing him to jump in surprise. The sound echoed throughout the room, and he felt like it was reverberating within his very eardrum.
Not long after the bell stopped ringing, a crackling sound emanated from the speakers. An announcement boomed through the room.
"Attention all students, please be informed that the new semester will begin today. Please proceed to your respective classrooms immediately." The voice boomed through the speakers, echoing off the walls of the room. It seems to belong to a middle-aged woman who sounded disciplined and strict, her words sharp and clear.
The boy's mind raced as he struggled to remember anything about himself, but the ringing in his ears made it hard to concentrate. He knew he had to act fast, but he didn't know what to do or where to go.
NO!
Let's focus!
Yes!
I think I'm an enrolled student here, If I piece these clues together, I might be truly a student here. Let's see again, the schedule...
๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ // ๐๐.๐๐ // ๐๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ // ๐๐.๐๐ // ๐๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ // ๐๐.๐๐ // ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐จ๐ง ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ // ๐๐.๐๐ // ๐๐ก๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ
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๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ด... ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ต?
๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ก ๐พ๐ก๐ค๐๐ โ ๐๐ฆ๐บ, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ! ๐ ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ!
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต?! ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ??
๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ก ๐พ๐ก๐ค๐๐ โ ๐๐ฐ! ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ! ๐๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ. ๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฎ๐ฑ!
March 7th, that's what it says under the digital clock timestamp.
"Okay! Thank you!"
๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ. ๐๐ง ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ, ๐๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ, ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ช๐ต!
He walked into the bathroom and turned to the side, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. To his horror, the reflection staring back at him was faceless, an unidentifiable figure staring into the abyss. His heart thumped rapidly in his chest as he stared at the image, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. It was as though he was looking at a void, an absence of identity that left him feeling hollow and unnerved.
The realization that he had no face of his own was like a bolt of lightning striking through him. Fear coursed through his veins, and he felt like he was going to pass out. How was he supposed to exist without a face, without a sense of self? He felt like he was drowning, sinking into a bottomless pit of uncertainty and confusion.
As he stood there, frozen in terror, he couldn't help but wonder what else he had lost. What other parts of himself had been stripped away? The feeling of helplessness and vulnerability only added to the mounting sense of dread that was settling over him.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐ค๐ง โ Calm down, dude! What are you afraid of?
He staggered back from the mirror, his legs feeling weak and unsteady. He needed to get out of here, to escape this place before it consumed him entirely. But he couldn't shake the feeling that he was already lost, that he was trapped in some kind of endless nightmare.
His mind raced with questions and doubts. Who was he, really? What had happened to him? And most importantly, was there any hope of finding his way back to himself?