Two boys were happily playing in the park, while their mother sat contentedly on a nearby bench. However, as dawn broke, a sleek black car arrived, instantly casting a shadow over the boys' joy. A butler opened the door, and one of the boys reluctantly accompanied him.
Tears of blood streamed down a young boy's face as he witnessed his parents' funeral. With each passing moment, he crumbled under the weight of his sorrow. Sam arrived, his eyes brimming with tears, joining the handful of mourners at the somber ceremony.
Vincent endured a brutal beating on the roadside. Five adults mercilessly attacked the vulnerable teenager, and passersby callously turned a blind eye. Later, he sought help from his teachers and the police, but no one spared a moment for an orphan in distress.
White smoke billowed in the center as liquids blended with dark jelly. Zero and his dedicated assistant proceeded cautiously with their experiment, working tirelessly for an entire week. Zero's face radiated satisfaction as Stage 1 of the experiment neared completion, proving remarkably successful. With a chilling smile, he commanded his men to take their own lives. A heavy silence filled the room. No one dared to speak. Though they were clones, they possessed their own emotions, and each harbored a desire to live. Yet, fear silenced their objections, clinging to a glimmer of hope that it was a twisted jest. But laughter dared not escape their lips. Zero's expression soured, and in response, they dutifully consumed the lethal pills. Soon, they lay lifeless, their faces etched with a haunting dissatisfaction. Only one departed with a contented smile.
The next day, disguised within the tunnels, X and Zero engaged in a clandestine discussion.
X: "How much longer until it's complete?"
Zero: "Nearly done. We must continue supplying mana."
X: "Allow me to witness the progress."
Zero: "Only when it's fully accomplished."
Within an expanse of blinding whiteness, delicate light blue shards floated aimlessly, gradually merging into a cohesive mass.
"Where am I? How did I arrive here? My memories seem lost. This is no time for whimsical reincarnation tales."
A light blue shard collided with me, seamlessly merging with my essence.
"Ah! My parents' demise. Yet, I can't even feel the weight of sorrow. Is it because ten years have passed or do shards lack the capacity for emotions? No, these shards hold my memories. I must seize them. These light blue fragments, akin to me, dart unpredictably, like bouncing balls within a confined space (reminiscent of the screensaver on old Nokia phones). I possess the ability to shape-shift."
Expanding myself like a sheet to cover more area proved ill-fated. My speed dramatically decreased, and a shard collided, claiming a significant fragment. Fearful, I reduced my size, fortifying myself. It was a gradual yet safer approach. Gradually, I reclaimed fragments of my memories.
Empowered by my latest recollection, I boldly crafted a net to ensnare the shards. But it proved ineffective, compelling me to transform into a spherical form adorned with concentric rings. Spinning these rings granted me partial control over my movements. Employing this newfound technique, I successfully ensnared additional shards and formed new rings. It became akin to playing an easy-mode game. Ultimately, I triumphantly gathered all the shards.
My current whereabouts remain enigmatic. Nevertheless, I am certain of my demise, my soul obliterated. This whiteness resembles the orb, yet denser, confined by its boundaries. Having assimilated all the shards, this whiteness has become an integral part of my
being. The exterior encompasses sheer darkness, devoid of any other existence. Having conquered the shards, purpose eludes me. Consequently, I commenced experimenting with the shards and the encompassing whiteness, it seems shape-shift is the only ability I gained. Boredom quickly overwhelmed me. To exacerbate matters, the passage of time eludes me, impervious to its flow. Perhaps it stems from my lack of a soul or the fact that I can't use status.
Resolute, I fixate upon the encroaching blackness, witnessing its gradual solidification. Once fluid, it now resembles a gelatinous mass, while the encompassing whiteness continues to compress.