Blurred vision plagued my sight, as if the world itself was weeping alongside me. In this frozen dimension, where time had ceased its relentless march, the once vivid colors of life had dulled into a monochromatic existence.
Every corner was dominated by shades of black and white, devoid of the vibrant hues that once painted the fabric of reality.
The silence was deafening, my cries and sobs echoing back to me as the only sounds in this desolate place. It felt as though the emotions and thoughts of a million spirits merged with my own, their weight pressing down on my weary soul.
To my dismay, I had been bestowed the title of the Messiah, a burden I had never sought nor desired. I did not wish to become a savior like Yatia, nor did I want any part in the struggles and responsibilities that accompanied this role. All I yearned for was a peaceful life, free from the constant turmoil and strife that being the chosen one entailed.
