[ To every single person who supported me ] ~ Love Ryan
In the heart of nowhere, a world devoid of sound or life stretched an endless white void. It was a place where time did not exist, where the ground and the sky merged into one seamless, colorless expanse, indistinguishable from each other. There was nothing, yet in the center of this nothingness, a single wooden table stood, polished to an unnatural sheen.
Two chairs faced each other on either side, the only objects breaking the infinite whiteness. One seat was occupied by a being. Its form was human, yet unsettlingly incomplete. It had no face—no features at all. Its skin was absent, as if it had been erased, leaving only the smooth contours of a hollow figure, its presence both silent and oppressive.
In front of the faceless being, a cup of tea sat, steam rising slowly in the still air, curling upwards like ghostly tendrils, the only hint of warmth in this cold void. The liquid inside was dark, swirling, as though it mirrored something deeper, something unseen.
Opposite the faceless figure, the second chair held another presence. A teenage boy who sat there was a stark contrast to the blankness around him. His form was shadowed, his shoulders relaxed, showing no sign of interest in anything that was happening. His head was bowed, thick strands of black hair falling over his eyes, obscuring them from view. But even without seeing his face, there was something about him—an aura that hung heavy in the air like the weight of a storm. Darkness seeped from him, invisible yet palpable, as if the white void recoiled from his presence.
His hands rested on the table, motionless, tense. The silence around them was deafening, the air thick with something unspoken. A seriousness radiated from him, a gravity that pressed down on everything. Though his face was hidden, anyone who looked at him could feel it—the darkness within, the ominous aura that clung to him like a second skin.
The faceless being remained still, unmoved, its empty gaze fixed on him. Yet the air between them was tense, an invisible battle waged between light and dark, presence and absence.
And in this space—this void of nothingness—the only thing that seemed real was the man's overwhelming darkness, the unshakable weight of his existence.
" Sigh…look I know after all that you have been through, It's not easy to process everything I just told you. I mean even I wouldn't believe a faceless person's talk who claims to be a deity of creation. But trust me it's gonna be alright."
The faceless being has a tone of sarcasm in his voice but the boy did not react to it.
" Ahem….Behind me stands the door to reincarnation. You just have to open it and boom… your new life awaits you there. So? Do you have any questions for me? "
" …this time" the boy whispers slowly.
"??"
" Will I be able to find happiness, this time? "
" Why don't you go and see for yourself? " the formless being replied.
The boy starts walking towards the door without looking back.
" Well I had to make sure you will find it, boy," said the deity, but the boy wasn't able to hear it as he was already near the door. He slowly opens the door of reincarnation and thus begins his journey of blood and war.