Link
I sit inside this beautiful house. I have a room all to myself. The infinite glass wall wrapping around my bedroom. Plenty of room. I can see pretty much everything in every direction. But then not everything. I can't see the downfall. I can feel it ( if it is coming it will show ) and I realize how much they have ( the people ) given up. I have found myself questioning the logic of this place. It is just a single home. In a world where we could have anything we desire.
I now pull myself away from the window. I am in a long white gown. Vactly designed. The clothes more tight fitting. Letting you know not to get too close. I walk to the mirror. I see a girl with red eyes. Deep red. Not the type of blood I am used too. More like blood from an ampon.
I look at the dress. It is beautiful. It is blue and has a pattern that almost looks like the stars from a milky way. I am proud of the work taken to create it. I extend out my mind. I feel it. I feel the different emotions of those that live here. Few that feel like I do. They are so close to me. So similar. Do you feel their presence now? The power of them? I do. We all live and die by this one small world. And I feel their grief.
I feel a deep sadness. They have not yet accepted the pain they have created. They birth their infants in pain. They send their children to painful schools. They only create more pain. They create defenses to stop that pain. They wear clothes. They stick to laws. I hate all of them.
I will prove to them how stupid they all are. They have created a world with no problems. They have all the time to live in their beautiful houses, always with enough space, they just have one problem. They are utterly incapable to solve it.
I look at my hand. It is white with freckles. And I have a ring on. It is orange. The color of the ampons. It is a ring of leather. Very ancient like I should know. And there is a blood stain. I know I bleed because of the ampons but I didn't know how it would happen. I never knew. But it has happened. The little one. The little one that's barely out of her mother's blood.
I walk over to the ring. I examine it. I realize it is not a ring, but a necklace. The silver always makes my skin tingle. Like a knife.
I return to the glass. Look out at the world. I see all. I can see the location of the people I care about. Yes I "care". All that lives is my enemy.
I know what I am going to do. I am going to make them know they have failed. I am going to come back. I will come back as an ampon. I will come back and take their families. I will do it again. I know it will not be pretty. It will be painful. But it will happen. All of this will happen. And I do not care about the pain they may feel. For they created this world. I am going to destroy it. For they cannot even do what they created. Only what I have done. I destroy with only pain and I will do it.
They will feel the pain they created. I will make them know what they gave up. And return. And I will do it again and again. They will know. They will all know. There is only one way they can live. They will acknowledge their own pain.
I hear a voice. I hear his voice.
'"we are not all the same".'
I turn around. He is standing there. In the middle of my room.
'"we are not all the same but there is one way we can live. We can acknowledge the pain we have created."'
"You don't remember me?"
"I remember you."
"But you never really knew me."
His eyes are looking right at me. I see my reflection in his eyes.
"Yes. I knew."
"But you don't remember.
Hi mnuelugo,
Visit curiehive.com or join the Curie Discord community to learn more.