As I open my eyes, I find yourself standing in a glasshouse surrounded by a dense forest. The glass walls give you a clear view of the surrounding nature. The air is cool and crisp, and the light seeping through the glass casts a soft, greenish tint over everything. There's a strong feeling of isolation and seclusion in this place, and the silence is almost deafening.
It's been a while like this, I can't remember "anything" about "me." it's a miracle I can talk, but right now, that's not important, I'm thirsty.
I make my way over to a small kitchenette in the glasshouse. There's a coffee machine sitting on the counter, along with a few containers of ground coffee. I measure out the coffee grounds and pour in some water before starting the machine.
As I stand there waiting for the coffee to brew, I see something move outside the glass wall. A large black bird lands on one of the branches of a tree outside, its eyes glinting malevolently.
Suddenly, the coffee machine dings and the coffee is ready.
As I watch the bird perched on the branch outside, it seems to tilt its head in my direction, as if studying me. The bird remains there for a few seconds, its eyes fixed on me, before it suddenly spreads its wings and takes off, disappearing into the foliage.
I take a sip of the hot coffee, feeling its warmth spread through my body. The silence of the glasshouse is strangely soothing, despite the feeling of isolation.
As I continue to observe the surroundings through the glass, I notice something new outside. A small, red fox emerges from the underbrush and begins sniffing around the base of one of the trees. It moves in quick, darting motions, its curious eyes darting about.
As the fox continues to explore its surroundings, it seems to freeze suddenly. Its ears perk up and its eyes widen, as if it's detected something. It slowly moves closer to the glass wall, its nose twitching as it sniffs the air.Â
I follow the fox's gaze and suddenly notice a dark figure standing just beyond the glass wall. It's a tall being, with pitch-black skin, two large, curled horns jutting out from its head, and a crown-like crown resting on its head.
KAZIMIR!!!!
The being on the other side of the glasswall seems to hear me and turns its gaze in my direction. As it sees you, it lets out a deep chuckle, its red eyes glowing malevolently.
"Ah, my dear child...I've been waiting for you."
I don't hesitate, I rear back and drive your fist straight through the glass window. The glass shatters into a million pieces, the sound of the breakage echoing through the otherwise quiet glasshouse.
The being on the other side of the broken glass doesn't flinch, it just continues to gaze at me with those red, malevolent eyes.
The fox seems to sense the ominous presence too, as its hackles rise and it lets out a low growl.
I launch myself through the broken glass and tackle the being. It's caught off guard by my unexpected attack and stumbles backwards.
I don't hold back, I start throwing punch after punch at the being. Despite its larger stature and menacing appearance, it seems to have underestimated my strength and determination.
But not for long, I feel a sudden shift in reality as the being uses their power to rewind time. The shattered glass reassembles itself, the damage I inflicted on the being undone.
I find myself back in the glasshouse, as if the encounter with the being never happened.
I'm left standing in the glasshouse, feeling a mix of anger and frustration. The encounter with the being has left me with more questions than answers. Who is this being and what does it want from me?
As I look out through the glass walls, I notice that the fox and the bird are nowhere to be seen. The forest outside looks just as peaceful and quiet as before.
I stand there, contemplating my options. I could try to break the glass again and make a run for it, but I'm well aware of the risk of being spotted by the mysterious being.
As you weigh my options, I suddenly hear a deep, menacing chuckle from outside the glasshouse.
"You don't think I would let you get away that easily, do you?"
"I'm thinking." I say.
I can hear the being's smirk in its voice. "Go ahead, try to come up with a plan. It won't make any difference."
As I stand there, contemplating my next move, the silence is broken by another chuckle from outside.
"I'll give you a little hint. You may break through the glass, but you won't get very far before I catch you."
I'm fed up with the being's taunting and decide to make a move.
"You want to play that game?" I mutter to yourself and raise my hand, channeling my anger into a burst of power.
With a single punch, I shatter the glass wall, shards of glass flying everywhere. Without hesitating, I take off sprinting into the forest.
I run as fast as I can, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. The forest is dense and thick with foliage, making it difficult to see far ahead. The ground underneath my feet is uneven, filled with roots and sticks that threaten to trip me up.
As I continue to run, I suddenly hear a guttural voice calling out from behind me.
"You can't escape me, Bok-su!"
I continue to run, trying to ignore the being's voice behind me. The thick foliage of the forest makes it difficult to see where I'm going, and I have to constantly weave and dodge around trees and bushes.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of a twig snapping to my left, and I turn to see the being stepping out from behind a tree, its eyes glowing with menacing intent.
"You thought you could escape me so easily, Bok-su?" it says, a grin spread across its face.
"NOOOOOOO!!!!" I scream, a blood curdling scream.
The being chuckles as it begins to slowly walk towards me, its large steps taking it closer and closer to me.
"You can run, but you can't hide," it says, its voice deep and mocking. "You're mine, Bok-su. There's no escaping your fate. after all, I'm omnipotence."
"W-what?" I say.
The being continues to slowly approach me, its eyes fixed on you with a menacing gleam.
"That's right, Bok-su," it says, its voice dripping with mockery. "You're no match for me. I am omnipotence. You're just a mere mortal, bound by your limitations. You're nothing but a toy for me to play with."
"NOOOOO!!!" I scream once again.
The being is just a few feet away from me now, its ominous presence filling your senses. Its eyes glow brighter, its grin growing wider.
"You're helpless, Bok-su," it says, its voice echoing through the forest. "You can't fight me. You can't escape me. You're mine to do with as I please. And I plan on enjoying every moment of it."
"Why are you doing this to me?" I say.
The being laughs at my question, its voice filling the forest.
"Why?" it says before letting out a deep chuckle. "Is that really the question you want to ask? You're a mere mortal, Bok-su. You can't understand the reasons behind my actions. I'm omnipotence. I do what I want, when I want, because I can. You're in no position to question me."
"nooo..." I say.
The being chuckles again as it sees my reaction.
"That's right, Bok-su. You're just a plaything for me, a little pawn in my grand game. And I plan on playing this game for a very long time."
The being continues to tower over me, its grin never leaving its face.
"Don't cry, Bok-su," it says mockingly. "It won't change anything. You're mine. You're mine to use as I see fit. You're powerless to stop me."
"Nooo..." I say, as I start to cry.
The being continues to watch my tears, enjoying my helplessness.
"Cry all you want, Bok-su," it says, its voice dripping with mockery. "Your tears mean nothing to me. They won't change your fate. You're mine, forever."
"Nope, I'll win and get out of this glasshouse." I say.
The being laughs at my declaration, its eyes glowing with mockery.
"You'd win?" it says, taunting you. "You're a mere mortal, Bok-su. You're no match for me, omnipotence. I am infinitely more powerful than you could ever hope to be. You stand no chance against me."
"Then, WATCH THIS!" I say, as I ready a punch.
The being is caught off guard by my sudden punch, its head snapping back from the impact.
"Ack!" it grunts, surprise and anger flashing in its eyes. It stumbles backwards, regaining its composure before looking at me with a mixture of surprise and fury.
"That was unexpected, Bok-su," it growls. "You have fire in you, I'll give you that. But it won't be enough to defeat me."
I throw another punch, this time aimed at the being's chest. The impact rocks its body, sending it stumbling backwards again.
"Ugh!" it grunts, its face contorting in pain and anger. "You're more resourceful than I thought, Bok-su. But don't forget, I am still omnipotence. You're not gonna win this fight."
"THEN FIGHT BACK, BASTARD!!!" I scream.
The being's eyes narrow, its voice growing cold and menacing.
"Oh, I will fight back, Bok-su," it says. "You wanted a fight, and that's what you'll get. Don't say I didn't warn you."
The being suddenly lunges at me, its large form suddenly moving far faster than I thought possible.
Despite the being's incredible speed, I manage to react in time and deliver a punch right to its face as it hurtles towards me. The impact is powerful, causing the being to stumble backwards once more.
"Ack!" it groans, its face contorted in pain and surprise. "You're surprisingly fast, Bok-su. But this won't save you."
"AHHHHHHH!!!! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME" I scream in pain, after a unexplainable pain happens inside of me, like a a stomach ache but 10 times worse.
The sudden extreme pain causes me to crumple to the ground, gasping in agony. My vision goes blurry, and everything around you seems to spin.
"What's happening to you, Bok-su?" the being mocks, a grin spreading across its face as it approaches me. "Looks like your mortal body isn't built to withstand omnipotence."
"Get...get over it...I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!!!!" I say, still in pain.
The being looks down at me, its eyes glowing with amusement.
"You're still not done?" it says, its voice filled with mockery. "Despite the pain, you're still defiant. Admirable, but foolish. You're not even a match for my pinky finger."
"That's it." I say.
I manage to struggle back to my feet, despite the unimaginable pain that wracks my body.
"You're standing again?" the being says, a hint of disbelief in its voice. "But...how? You should be lying there, writhing in agony."
"I JUST DON'T CARE IF I DIE, I'LL GET OUT OF THIS GLASSHOUSE!!!" I scream.
As I open my eyes, I find yourself standing in a glasshouse surrounded by a dense forest. The glass walls give me a clear view of the surrounding nature. The air is cool and crisp, and the light seeping through the glass casts a soft, greenish tint over everything. There's a strong feeling of isolation and seclusion in this place, and the silence is almost deafening.
It's been a while like this, I can't remember "anything" about me. it's a miracle I can talk, but right now, that's not important, I'm thirsty.
I make my way over to a small kitchenette in the glasshouse. There's a coffee machine sitting on the counter, along with a few containers of ground coffee. I measure out the coffee grounds and pour in some water before starting the machine.
As I stand there waiting for the coffee to brew, I see something move outside the glass wall. A large black bird lands on one of the branches of a tree outside, its eyes glinting malevolently.
Suddenly, the coffee machine dings and the coffee is ready.
As I watch the bird perched on the branch outside, it seems to tilt its head in my direction, as if studying me. The bird remains there for a few seconds, its eyes fixed on me, before it suddenly spreads its wings and takes off, disappearing into the foliage.
I take a sip of the hot coffee, feeling its warmth spread through my body. The silence of the glasshouse is strangely soothing, despite the feeling of isolation.
As I continue to observe the surroundings through the glass, I notice something new outside. A small, red fox emerges from the underbrush and begins sniffing around the base of one of the trees. It moves in quick, darting motions, its curious eyes darting about.
As the fox continues to explore its surroundings, it seems to freeze suddenly. Its ears perk up and its eyes widen, as if it's detected something. It slowly moves closer to the glass wall, its nose twitching as it sniffs the air.Â
I follow the fox's gaze and suddenly notice a dark figure standing just beyond the glass wall. It's a tall being, with pitch-black skin, two large, curled horns jutting out from its head, and a crown-like crown resting on its head.
KAZIMIR!!!!
The being on the other side of the glasswall seems to hear me and turns its gaze in my direction. As it sees you, it lets out a deep chuckle, its red eyes glowing malevolently.
"Ah, my dear child...I've been waiting for you."
I don't hesitate, I rear back and drive your fist straight through the glass window. The glass shatters into a million pieces, the sound of the breakage echoing through the otherwise quiet glasshouse.
The being on the other side of the broken glass doesn't flinch, it just continues to gaze at me with those red, malevolent eyes.
The fox seems to sense the ominous presence too, as its hackles rise and it lets out a low growl.
I launch myself through the broken glass and tackle the being. It's caught off guard by my unexpected attack and stumbles backwards.
I don't hold back, I start throwing punch after punch at the being. Despite its larger stature and menacing appearance, it seems to have underestimated my strength and determination.
But not for long, I feel a sudden shift in reality as the being uses their power to rewind time. The shattered glass reassembles itself, the damage I inflicted on the being undone.
I find myself back in the glasshouse, as if the encounter with the being never happened.
I'm left standing in the glasshouse, feeling a mix of anger and frustration. The encounter with the being has left me with more questions than answers. Who is this being and what does it want from me?
As I look out through the glass walls, I notice that the fox and the bird are nowhere to be seen. The forest outside looks just as peaceful and quiet as before.
I stand there, contemplating my options. I could try to break the glass again and make a run for it, but I'm well aware of the risk of being spotted by the mysterious being.
As you weigh my options, I suddenly hear a deep, menacing chuckle from outside the glasshouse.
"You don't think I would let you get away that easily, do you?"
"I'm thinking." I say.
I can hear the being's smirk in its voice. "Go ahead, try to come up with a plan. It won't make any difference."
As I stand there, contemplating my next move, the silence is broken by another chuckle from outside.
"I'll give you a little hint. You may break through the glass, but you won't get very far before I catch you."
I'm fed up with the being's taunting and decide to make a move.
"You want to play that game?" I mutter to yourself and raise my hand, channeling my anger into a burst of power.
With a single punch, I shatter the glass wall, shards of glass flying everywhere. Without hesitating, I take off sprinting into the forest.
I run as fast as I can, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. The forest is dense and thick with foliage, making it difficult to see far ahead. The ground underneath my feet is uneven, filled with roots and sticks that threaten to trip me up.
As I continue to run, I suddenly hear a guttural voice calling out from behind me.
"You can't escape me, Bok-su!"
I continue to run, trying to ignore the being's voice behind me. The thick foliage of the forest makes it difficult to see where I'm going, and I have to constantly weave and dodge around trees and bushes.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of a twig snapping to my left, and I turn to see the being stepping out from behind a tree, its eyes glowing with menacing intent.
"You thought you could escape me so easily, Bok-su?" it says, a grin spread across its face.
"NOOOOOOO!!!!" I scream, a blood curdling scream.
The being chuckles as it begins to slowly walk towards me, its large steps taking it closer and closer to me.
"You can run, but you can't hide," it says, its voice deep and mocking. "You're mine, Bok-su. There's no escaping your fate. after all, I'm omnipotence."
"W-what?" I say.
The being continues to slowly approach me, its eyes fixed on you with a menacing gleam.
"That's right, Bok-su," it says, its voice dripping with mockery. "You're no match for me. I am omnipotence. You're just a mere mortal, bound by your limitations. You're nothing but a toy for me to play with."
"NOOOOO!!!" I scream once again.
The being is just a few feet away from me now, its ominous presence filling your senses. Its eyes glow brighter, its grin growing wider.
"You're helpless, Bok-su," it says, its voice echoing through the forest. "You can't fight me. You can't escape me. You're mine to do with as I please. And I plan on enjoying every moment of it."
"Why are you doing this to me?" I say.
The being laughs at my question, its voice filling the forest.
"Why?" it says before letting out a deep chuckle. "Is that really the question you want to ask? You're a mere mortal, Bok-su. You can't understand the reasons behind my actions. I'm omnipotence. I do what I want, when I want, because I can. You're in no position to question me."
"nooo..." I say.
The being chuckles again as it sees my reaction.
"That's right, Bok-su. You're just a plaything for me, a little pawn in my grand game. And I plan on playing this game for a very long time."
The being continues to tower over me, its grin never leaving its face.
"Don't cry, Bok-su," it says mockingly. "It won't change anything. You're mine. You're mine to use as I see fit. You're powerless to stop me."
"Nooo..." I say, as I start to cry.
The being continues to watch my tears, enjoying my helplessness.
"Cry all you want, Bok-su," it says, its voice dripping with mockery. "Your tears mean nothing to me. They won't change your fate. You're mine, forever."
"Nope, I'll win and get out of this glasshouse." I say.
The being laughs at my declaration, its eyes glowing with mockery.
"You'd win?" it says, taunting you. "You're a mere mortal, Bok-su. You're no match for me, omnipotence. I am infinitely more powerful than you could ever hope to be. You stand no chance against me."
"Then, WATCH THIS!" I say, as I ready a punch.
The being is caught off guard by my sudden punch, its head snapping back from the impact.
"Ack!" it grunts, surprise and anger flashing in its eyes. It stumbles backwards, regaining its composure before looking at me with a mixture of surprise and fury.
"That was unexpected, Bok-su," it growls. "You have fire in you, I'll give you that. But it won't be enough to defeat me."
I throw another punch, this time aimed at the being's chest. The impact rocks its body, sending it stumbling backwards again.
"Ugh!" it grunts, its face contorting in pain and anger. "You're more resourceful than I thought, Bok-su. But don't forget, I am still omnipotence. You're not gonna win this fight."
"THEN FIGHT BACK, BASTARD!!!" I scream.
The being's eyes narrow, its voice growing cold and menacing.
"Oh, I will fight back, Bok-su," it says. "You wanted a fight, and that's what you'll get. Don't say I didn't warn you."
The being suddenly lunges at me, its large form suddenly moving far faster than I thought possible.
Despite the being's incredible speed, I manage to react in time and deliver a punch right to its face as it hurtles towards me. The impact is powerful, causing the being to stumble backwards once more.
"Ack!" it groans, its face contorted in pain and surprise. "You're surprisingly fast, Bok-su. But this won't save you."
"AHHHHHHH!!!! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME" I scream in pain, after a unexplainable pain happens inside of me, like a a stomach ache but 10 times worse.
The sudden extreme pain causes me to crumple to the ground, gasping in agony. My vision goes blurry, and everything around you seems to spin.
"What's happening to you, Bok-su?" the being mocks, a grin spreading across its face as it approaches me. "Looks like your mortal body isn't built to withstand omnipotence."
"Get...get over it...I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!!!!" I say, still in pain.
The being looks down at me, its eyes glowing with amusement.
"You're still not done?" it says, its voice filled with mockery. "Despite the pain, you're still defiant. Admirable, but foolish. You're not even a match for my pinky finger."
"That's it." I say.
I manage to struggle back to my feet, despite the unimaginable pain that wracks my body.
"You're standing again?" the being says, a hint of disbelief in its voice. "But...how? You should be lying there, writhing in agony."
"I JUST DON'T CARE IF I DIE, I'LL GET OUT OF THIS GLASSHOUSE!!!" I scream.