The sounds of keyboard typing,
The sound of the clock ticking as the light emitted from the computer screen makes a dim light for the dark room that had its curtains shut.
Words being typed on the blank surface of the computer and finally with a period, the cursor makes it's way to the 'Publish' button
'Publish?' And confirmed.
A notification pops on the computer screen.
'Your work has been published'
"Ah finally finished" the man exclaims.
Jeon Honjok, 32 years old, An author of a famous light novel, finished writing his 7th volume of his novel.
Honjok stretches his back and arms and leans back at his chair. He glances at the clock.
12:45
"I actually finished before 1 am.. that's new.."
Honjok stood up from his chair and made his way towards his bed, not even bothering to to close the finished document on his computer. He flops himself down at his bed, letting out a deep breath as he relaxes his body.
Time moving and the clock ticking, his vision was slowly getting blurry as he lets himself get carried away by the comfort of his bed. He lets himself get drowned by the ecstasy of sleeping. As his eyes slowly shuts, and his thoughts little by little, drifting away, he mumbles quietly.
"I dont want ever want to wake up.."
There as the light of the computer screen becomes the only source of light, at his dark room, that light slowly faded away along with his consciousness as he gave in to the comfort of sleep.
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Pictures of unfamiliar faces were flashing on his minds, the faces were blurry yet they were still oddly familiar to him, memories of different scenes were flooding in his field of thought, memories that he cant seem to remember when those moments happened, strangers that gave an oddly comforting feeling to his heart as they flash at his thought, and there were many more memories that came, one after the other, all seemingly unfamiliar with.
With a sudden pain on his temple, the young man, awakens with a gasp for air, sweating from the heat of the room.
Panting. His head was feeling a throbbing pain, as his vision becomes blurry, he glances around, the place was completely different, the computer he used earlier, the desk he put the the computer on top of, the chair that comforted him through his times of writing, they were all gone, even the mattresses that covered his body was completely different.
He glances from side to side, a candle lit on the desk and almost on the verge of dying out, lamps on the walls of the unfamiliar room that looked just like the ones on a antique store, heck even the bed is completely different, the mattresses and the pillows were different.
Everything was different, the light that the candle was emitting slowly faded away as the fire died out, the only source of light now was the ones from the lamp on both sides of the wall.
The young man was confused and had many questions on his head that he wished someone would answer.
He glances at the window, there showed a crimson red moon, one that you wouldn't normally find at earth, it illuminated little light to his room as black curtains almost completely covered the window.
"What..where am i?" The young man questions himself as he tries to think, there a throbbing pain was felt at his temple, as memories were flooding on his head, there, a name flashes at his mind.
'Flovius Alexander Venuleius.'