(POV - ???)
The little girl felt her skin tear, as if thousands of cracks were opening at once, exposing her flesh to an indescribable suffering. The pain was simply unbearable, a tornt beyond any asure.
She tried to find words to express it, but none seed sufficient. Even rembering every term from the vast human dictionary, nothing ca close to what she was truly feeling. It was sothing beyond language, beyond understanding—an agony that defied any attempt at description.
The little girl had always been curious. Since she beca aware of herself, she had questioned why "She" had brought her into the world and granted her the power to control it. The little girl... no, the being, had never found that answer.
No matter how hard she tried to understand, she always hit a wall of silence or the cryptic words of "She" who insisted that humans possessed life more than any other creature. That intrigued her deeply.
What, after all, did "life" an? What mysterious essence made humans so special? It was ironic, wasn’t it? A being created to embody the very concept of life, and yet incapable of understanding its true aning.
It was then that "She" gave her the chance to learn, allowing her to live as one of those beings. During this period, which to humans would seem like a decade but passed in the blink of an eye for the little girl, the experience proved valuable.
After all, despite having only lived ten brief years—an insignificant mont for soone whose existence stretched beyond what any human number could express—the little girl absorbed knowledge she would never have gained otherwise.
When the girl turned 7, sothing happened that changed sothing deep inside her. Her grandmother, the one who always made her laugh with jokes and stories, had passed away. At first, the little girl didn’t understand why everyone was so sad.
To her, a simple snap of the fingers would bring her grandmother back, as if nothing had happened. But it was at that mont, amidst the sadness that filled the house, that she realized sothing profoundly painful: humans did not co back to life. They could not.
The revelation hit her like an unbearable weight, marking a turning point in her innocence. The girl tried to ask "Her" why it was like this for humans, why they had to endure so much pain and suffering, living with the bitter certainty that, at so point, the people they loved would leave.
But when she asked, no answer ca. The silence that followed could only an one thing: "She" was still watching, waiting for sothing. She expected the little girl to realize sothing that was beyond her understanding at that mont.
Three long years passed since then, and the little girl began to experience transformations. She witnessed both the light and dark sides of humans, saw their joys and their sorrows, felt their pains and sufferings.
Each day, she beca more fascinated, but also perplexed, by humans' ability to continue even in the face of so much adversity. How did they manage to go on after so much suffering? This intrigued her deeply, and she longed to understand, to find an answer to this silent resilience.
However, the little girl’s heart—sothing she had never had before—began to close, suffocated by pain. Everything around her seed to pierce her being, and, like an ancient being who had never felt such things, she realized that, in her case, the pain beca more intense, more overwhelming, growing with a force she never thought possible.
In the end, the little girl understood. Humans were so fragile in so many ways that she could barely begin to understand how to classify them. There was a complexity to their vulnerability that seed impossible to decipher.
Yet, at the sa ti, they possessed an imnse strength, capable of overcoming adversities in ways she could hardly imagine. But unfortunately, she couldn’t say the sa about herself.
Her feelings had been building up slowly, a silent weight that grew until, one mont, everything simply broke. She felt the crack inside her, as if the pressure of her emotions had finally taken over everything.
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(POV – Protagonist)
I couldn’t do anything but stand there, my wide eyes fixed on the little girl beside . She kept breaking apart, the pain visible in every line of her face, as tears stread from her eyes and slid down her cheeks.
The scene was heartbreaking, and as I watched her, sothing inside seed to scream for action, for help. The urgency was palpable, as if I needed to do sothing, but the words escaped , and my body remained frozen.
I didn’t know what to do, or how to act, and more than anything, I didn’t understand why I needed to act. The feeling of helplessness was overwhelming.
In the end, all I could do was watch in silence as the little girl’s slow and painful transformation unfolded. Her skin began to crack, fractures appearing with every passing mont, as if sothing inside her was struggling to erge, breaking everything in its way.
Gradually, the back of her body opened, the cracks widening, revealing an indescribable force, as if the pain was just a small price for what was happening.
I watched her closely, absorbing every detail, every movent of the fissures, as if I could see her tamorphosis from all angles, in a vision that seed to penetrate her deepest layers, capturing even the smallest gestures of this terrible transformation.
Slowly, sothing began to erge from the little girl’s back. A body, nearly identical in size to hers, started to take shape. The scene, in a way, reminded of the mont a butterfly frees itself from its cocoon—sothing delicate, almost magical.
The sight, both curious and fascinating, was undeniably beautiful. From the little girl’s back, a golden, glowing form unfurled, as if made of pure light. A crown of delicate, soft flowers with almost ethereal petals adorned her head, while above it, a halo floated gracefully, moving with the lightness of a breeze.
At her coccyx, two golden wings, as radiant as the sun, gently spread out, extending to the left and right, reminiscent of an angel soaring through the sky.
With her body fully erged, the little girl softly fell onto the couch, letting out a barely audible sigh. The opening on her back began to slowly close, and the cracks that had appeared earlier disappeared within seconds, as if they had never existed.
The being that had erged from her body floated with an astonishing lightness, as though suspended in its own space, in a state of peaceful levitation, unaware of the world around it.
Her eyes slowly opened, as though they were trapped in a deep trance. There was nothing in them but pure gold, so intense it seed to radiate a warm and soft light, enveloping the surroundings in a cozy glow.
For so reason, a strange sensation overtook , as if the being in front of wasn’t truly awake yet. It seed to float in an ethereal state, as though lost in a distant dream, not really aware of what was happening around it.
While I stood there, absorbed, watching the being that had unexpectedly appeared before , Arthur’s voice from the side cut through the silence and captured my attention.
Instinctively, I shifted my gaze toward him, my focus moving abruptly. He seed to finally understand sothing, and his voice, full of revelation, broke the silence: “Now it all makes sense, it’s always been you, your na...”
But before he could speak another word, his body simply collapsed. His eyes closed with an intensity that felt final, as if they would never open again.
I stood there, watching the scene, completely confused. Although he was dressed, sothing caught my attention: a small crack on his cheek, similar to the one I had seen on the being. My mind spun trying to understand what was happening.
I stared at it for a mont, unsure of what to think, until my gaze shifted to myself. Nothing was happening to . But then, could it be that Arthur being near her was what affected him? I wasn’t sure.
As I watched this, sothing strange began to erge from within . A purple mist, as dark as the deepest night, spread slowly, enveloping with an unusual softness.
Before I could react, a figure appeared beside . Another version of myself, its body cloaked in impenetrable shadows, its eyes, completely blood-red, locked onto with a disturbing intensity.
I didn’t know exactly why, but there was sothing in that gaze that told I understood it, as if it carried a weight of understanding... and disappointnt. My Alter Ego seed to look at with a mixture of pity and disapproval, though I had no idea what I might have done to deserve that.
Had I made a mistake at so point? What was I really, and who was he truly? Sotis, it seed as if he knew more than I did, as if he were my true essence, sothing more genuine than what I could be.
But if that were the case, did that an I was nothing more than a farce of myself? These questions echoed in my mind, but the answer was still out of reach.
I watched my Alter Ego carefully as it walked slowly toward the being floating gently in front of it. Its gaze, in so way, carried a deep lancholy, as though this sight awakened a quiet sadness within it.
It moved its lips, but no sound ca out. I knew it couldn’t speak, either conventionally or ntally. I felt its emotions pulsating clearly: frustration, a silent disappointnt with itself, as if it were trapped in an emptiness that only it could comprehend.
In the next mont, my Alter Ego cast a quick glance at before turning its attention back to the being floating softly before it. With a calm, determined movent, it took a few steps toward the being and then transford into dark mist.
The mist spread around it, beginning to form a whirlpool that spun precisely around the floating figure. Within seconds, a completely dark cocoon materialized, enveloping the being in an impenetrable shell. Inside it, nothing could be distinguished; the darkness was absolute, as if the cocoon were an extension of the void.
Sothing even more unsettling happened: I could no longer feel the presence of my Alter Ego. The connection that had always existed between us was abruptly and completely severed, leaving in a state of emptiness.
I was left utterly confused and lost in the midst of everything that was happening, but then, Arthur’s voice, from sowhere beside , broke the silence: “Ugh... feels like sothing pierced my head” The pain in his words was clear, and hearing them sent a chill down my spine.
He stood up slowly, his eyes scanning the surroundings in search of sothing familiar. When his gaze finally fixed on the completely dark cocoon in front of him, an unsettling feeling surrounded him.
His eyes blinked gently, as if trying to adjust his vision, before shifting again to his own hand. There, there was no visible crack, unlike before, as if sothing was about to erge from inside, pressing to get out.
“That was... intense” Arthur muttered, his voice low and thoughtful: “I felt like sothing that should have stayed inside was trying to force its way out... but the strangest thing is, sohow, I wanted it to happen” He fell silent for a mont, as if trying to understand the aning of his own words, his eyes distant, lost in his own thoughts.
His eyes, the next instant, fixed on the cocoon completely enveloped in darkness. His gaze was penetrating, almost as if he were analyzing every detail, attempting to understand what was happening.
To be honest, even I wasn’t entirely sure what was going on. However, no matter how much I tried to look at it from different angles, my Alter Ego seed to have interrupted sothing before it could unfold.
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