It was dark.
The world had gone completely obscure, only leaving a blank slate in its wake. It was completely black, with no signs of life anywhere.
The world was dead.
The only thing left in this endless void was a tiny white speck—a person.
The person lay silently in the endless abyss, in a deep, lifeless slumber, oblivious to the world around them, never wishing to awaken.
Their sickly wan skin blended seamlessly into their pale white hair that flowed like a calm river down the soft curves of their body as if it were a silky, snow-white blanket.
The only way someone could describe this scene is…peaceful.
As the moments had passed, the beauty's delicate brows had begun to furrow. The expression felt completely out of place. It was the only present sign of imperfection. The only sign of human pain.
The beauty began to bite down on their lip, attempting to silence the pounding pain from within their hushed, resting heart.
A small bullet of blood rests on the delicate skin of their soft bottom lip. The deep red presented the only bit of color, which their beautiful face lacked. Then, as a cat would, the figure rose up, stretching their long, lanky limbs out. They showcased their pointed, sharp teeth with a dignified yawn.
As the beauty yawned and stretched, tears formed in the inner corners of their pure black eyes. Their hair wrapped euphorically around their body like vines glued to an old pillar.
Their dark red lips paired with their glossy black eyes and lazy demeanor created quite an enticing scene.
Despite what may be your first impression, this little deity could not be rendered innocent. Their eyes were as clear as glass, yet as sharp as daggers and as mysterious and endless as the night; like the black void they found themselves in. Anyone fortunate enough to look into their eyes trembled with fear.
After their stretch they began to look around, a hint of confusion passing over the beauty's face.
"Mmm…?"
A hoarse, deep masculine voice escaped the beauty's lips, echoing throughout the void. It sounded like that of honey; soothing and gentle.
It was perfectly sweet.
After a moment's deliberation, to no avail, he extends his hand out in front of his face, only to have it completely consumed by the blanket of darkness around him. There was no longer any light left to illuminate the beauty. He was left to drown in the suffocating blackness of this seemingly endless void.
As he pulled back his hand, a look of annoyance flashed across his face as he sunk his teeth into his lip, the metallic taste of blood grazing his tongue, causing his eyebrows to furrow as he winced.
His face increasingly twisted as time passed, now knitting his eyebrows to an extreme extent. He squeezed his eyes shut aggressively, desperately trying to ease the oncoming headache.
But the pain did not cease.
He grasped the sides of his temples, grinding his teeth together in desperation to ease the pain, yet the excruciating feeling only increased.
*pant*
*pant*
A layer of cold sweat glistened on the beauty's forehead. His eyes grew dreary, fingernails digging into his scalp. He struggled for only a moment before evidently succumbing to the pain and falling to the ground.
Once again, the beauty fell asleep.
As he slept he curled up into a ball like before, the surrounding air practically frozen, causing him to shiver. He continued to pull his legs further to his chest, attempting to conserve whatever heat he could salvage. But it was useless. No longer even a single spec of sunlight could touch his deathly pale skin. It seemed as if he were trapped underground, where the only thing left was the thin, freezing air and the soft sound of his trembling breaths.
The beauty's lips turned a muted, clammy, almost sickly shade of purple as he hit the breach of awakening.
But this time, when he woke up, he was different.
Now sitting up once again, he no longer had the same intimidating air surrounding him as he did before. All of the elegance seemed to have dissipated, along with his excruciating pain.
You could no longer see his pure black pupils when he opened his eyes. They were now a strange mixture of an angelic grayish-white and at the very center lay remnants of his once striking stare. But just like the rest, the darkness seeped away, leaving only light gray in its wake.
The beauty started to look around in confusion, just like before. But it was strange. It was different. He was looking around like that of a lost child. A look of fear flashed across his face.
With each heavy pant he took, puffs of his breath could be seen, almost resembling smoke in the cold air. His already deathly pale skin turned almost snow white.
He began to tremble in the unending darkness, whether from the bone-chilling cold or from his fear was unclear. He curled up into a ball again in an attempt to comfort himself. He closed his eyes once again to block out the void.
"...."
"...."
*chirp
chirp!*
Suddenly the song of birds chirping flooded his ears. The sound of trees rustling carried through the soft wind.
He cracked open his eyes only to find himself blinded by a bright ray of light. He quickly cupped his hand over his eyes to relieve himself of the stinging pain.
He hesitantly raised his hand again, before prying his eyes open, looking forward.
His eyes slowly adjusted, revealing a large circular window that allowed the sunlight to seep into the oak-brown wooden floorboards.
A room?
He quickly turned around finally noticing his sudden change in location.
He was now perched upon a large bed that sat beside the window he saw upon opening his eyes.
The bed was wooden with intricately carved designs of beautiful engravings of flowers and birds along the headboard and posts.
The sheets on the bed were also very meticulously made. It had handwoven white lace along the entire length of the blanket, as well as matching pillows.
A sheer white canopy covered the perimeter of the bed, obstructing his view of the rest of the room.
He carefully pulled back the fabric and stepped off the bed.
His bare feet hit the cold wooden floor; yet, he could not feel anything, only the cold. Despite the sunlight from the window shining directly against his delicate skin, he felt nothing.
Now with the beauty in full view, it's easier to notice his change in appearance. He no longer had his well-defined features. They were made softer. They were cuter and rounder, giving off a more youthful appearance. He exuded innocence.
His once lanky legs had shrunk significantly, taking a few inches off of his height, and his beautiful hair was not nearly as long as the euphoric river he had once had.
And his eyes. His eyes were now nearly ghost white.
The dial had been turned back on his life. He was now his younger self. All the trials and tribulations he had encountered in life had left his memory, leaving it bare. He had returned to a blank slate, his soul cleansed with the innocence of his youth.
This left what now was a boy. A boy who was terrified of the world he no longer knew.