Citat:
If you dared try to lift his robe - just a little bit - you would soon enough be aware of the eerie
nothingness underneath his body. The gloomy creature helplessly hovered off the ground, as
if not even the earth itself could muster up the courage to welcome him back. Of course - in fear
of setting off the poisonous dark, oozing from the creatures aura.
-Ivenoome, the creatures devastated and raspy voice wailed out in the night-colored forest.
-Ivenoome! Ivenoome! Ivenoome! - Each cry a little bit louder than the one before.
-IVENOOME, the despair found its way into all matter surrounding the horrid monster. The
atmosphere pulsated to the beats of the dark creatures wailing winces and the air around him
was crying. Each tear forming a small drop of ice.
Stuck -
in the lightless cloud enshrouding the beast.
-IVENOOME!
His screams would fall into nothingness, as anything living by now was banished from the
creatures realm of existence.
All sense of sensibility was long gone and the anguish had completely trapped him inside these
walls of pain.
Smashing - into wall after wall - the creatures energy diminished upon every contact
he percieved with the void around him. Draining him. The winces grew weaker and weaker,
-Inome!
The obliteration of existence drew closer and closer, until, he could no longer move.
Now, just a shivering mannequin, the creature was trapped in place, jailed by the absent fabrics
of reality. He couldnt move, couldnt see, couldnt cry. By now, not even his chanting escaped
the creatures stifled prison. Towards the end, all that could be heard from the being was a low-
pitched, guttural growl. Then silence...
Frozen in place, the creature, now merely a statue for the watchers to behold, stood, for an
eternity.
Time passed, decade after decade soon enough turned into centuries, and the world forgot
about the horrid creature once terrorizing the nights of Dahlia. Many lives had sprung out of
the earth, just as many lives had sunk back into the fabric of creation, all of them unaffected and
ignorant of the tragedy that had struck the lands hundreds of years ago.
Though, once in a while, if one happens to pass by the apple forest in the outskirts of town,
while the moon is at its weakest, and within you the burden of desolation aches to your very
core, you just may be overwhelmed by a dread so heavy that you will lose all strength inside.
And it might just be that, seemingly, from out of nowhere, within you an archaic relic blooms
up in the depths of your soul. Furthermore - youll be surprised to witness yourself letting an
echo escape your lips, a chant once filled with such sorrow, that it has been entrapped outside
of time and space.
-I have no home!
Just as the words have been uttered, one will be able to feel the world closing its curtains.
Thus, you will find yourself lost, on your knees, in a clouded night-kissed darkness, as the
final shimmer of light escapes the impending aura of anguish. The ravagers having feasted on,
and digested, the last feeling of hope. In the midst of that calamity as one has surrendered to
ones own demise glimpses of a once so proud and mighty wanderer, may be discerned. A
tragedy only for you to behold.
And just like that, with no memory of what had just happened, lest for the lingering sensation of
guilt, the sun will once again kiss your face.
Only... you may until the end of your days -
never again feel its warmth.
