11-07-2019, 11:18 PM
<center><div style="position:relative;z-index:2;width:550px;background:#000000;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;border:2px solid #000000;box-shadow:0 0 10px #000000;"><p style="padding-top: 40px;font-size:12px;text-align: center;letter-spacing: 4px;color:#363636;text-shadow:0px 0px 5px #363636;margin:0;"><I>they're gonna eat me alive.</I></p><p style="text-align:justify;padding:40px 45px;color:#707070;letter-spacing: 1px;margin:0;">Everyone is born to die.
But not everyone truly lives.
Such was true for Nadya. She had tried to live once. The attempt had broken her. So instead, she drifted. She had wandered, listless, cursing the day she had been sucked into a world of dreams. It was there she learned how quickly dreams can turn to nightmares. She had remained trapped in a nightmare of her own making for an indeterminate amount of time. In the meantime...the Reckoning had destroyed the Beqanna she knew.
When Nadya finally did return - she could not understand what she was seeing. The line between fantasy and reality had blurred. She could no longer tell what was real and what her mind had created.
(She could still taste the metallic tang of blood in her mouth, feel the texture of the flesh against her tongue, hear the sounds of the screams…)
It broke her.
Nadya just couldn’t cope with reality.
Her death had been effortless. Life moved around her, but she did not move with it. She knew what she was. (A monster.) She knew she must be kept away from others. She lived in self-imposed isolation.
Her mind had broken, irrevocably. Soon, her body began to fade. She stopped eating. Stopped sleeping. When she did sleep she dreamt only of the freedom that death would bring. She wasted away, having lost the will to live in a world she didn’t - couldn't - understand.
And finally, death came for her.
There had been no goodbyes. There was no one to mourn her. This is what she had wanted. Freedom. Quiet. Peace.
There had once been a time where she would have wanted to be remembered. Her dream had been to rise as her parents and siblings once had. Not now. Not anymore. Not after that dream had been twisted into something horrific. Nadya had no loyalties now. Not to any one or any place.
Death was peaceful in a way she could never have imagined. Her mind was quiet. There was no turmoil now. Gone were the voices and the memories that plagued her. She did not have to work to discern what was real and what was not.
It simply <i>was</i>.
Time held little meaning in the afterlife. That suited Nadya just fine. She had no idea how long she had been here - how long she had been dead.
What she did know is that <i>something</i> had changed. It started with a feeling - a sense of unease she had not felt since before death had taken her. And then came the burning light and with it the searing pain.
Something was wrong.
There was no pain here. And yet the burning threatened to consume her.
She squeezed her eyes shut against the blinding, burning light...
...and then she was falling.
</p><p style="padding-top: 10px;font-size:12px;text-align: center;letter-spacing: 5px; color:#363636;text-shadow:0px 0px 5px #363636;margin:0;"><I>n a d y a </I></p><img style="width:550px" src="https://i.postimg.cc/HkZydwjB/nadya.png"></div><center></center>
But not everyone truly lives.
Such was true for Nadya. She had tried to live once. The attempt had broken her. So instead, she drifted. She had wandered, listless, cursing the day she had been sucked into a world of dreams. It was there she learned how quickly dreams can turn to nightmares. She had remained trapped in a nightmare of her own making for an indeterminate amount of time. In the meantime...the Reckoning had destroyed the Beqanna she knew.
When Nadya finally did return - she could not understand what she was seeing. The line between fantasy and reality had blurred. She could no longer tell what was real and what her mind had created.
(She could still taste the metallic tang of blood in her mouth, feel the texture of the flesh against her tongue, hear the sounds of the screams…)
It broke her.
Nadya just couldn’t cope with reality.
Her death had been effortless. Life moved around her, but she did not move with it. She knew what she was. (A monster.) She knew she must be kept away from others. She lived in self-imposed isolation.
Her mind had broken, irrevocably. Soon, her body began to fade. She stopped eating. Stopped sleeping. When she did sleep she dreamt only of the freedom that death would bring. She wasted away, having lost the will to live in a world she didn’t - couldn't - understand.
And finally, death came for her.
There had been no goodbyes. There was no one to mourn her. This is what she had wanted. Freedom. Quiet. Peace.
There had once been a time where she would have wanted to be remembered. Her dream had been to rise as her parents and siblings once had. Not now. Not anymore. Not after that dream had been twisted into something horrific. Nadya had no loyalties now. Not to any one or any place.
Death was peaceful in a way she could never have imagined. Her mind was quiet. There was no turmoil now. Gone were the voices and the memories that plagued her. She did not have to work to discern what was real and what was not.
It simply <i>was</i>.
Time held little meaning in the afterlife. That suited Nadya just fine. She had no idea how long she had been here - how long she had been dead.
What she did know is that <i>something</i> had changed. It started with a feeling - a sense of unease she had not felt since before death had taken her. And then came the burning light and with it the searing pain.
Something was wrong.
There was no pain here. And yet the burning threatened to consume her.
She squeezed her eyes shut against the blinding, burning light...
...and then she was falling.
</p><p style="padding-top: 10px;font-size:12px;text-align: center;letter-spacing: 5px; color:#363636;text-shadow:0px 0px 5px #363636;margin:0;"><I>n a d y a </I></p><img style="width:550px" src="https://i.postimg.cc/HkZydwjB/nadya.png"></div><center></center>