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By : FelixMcKadden
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It was on an eve that he stumbled onto new land. The grass had simply faded away to dirt, and, from there, the pebbles and rocks grew in size the farther he travelled. The colour seemed to dissipate from the sky the further he progressed along. The muted yellow darkened to a dank olive, and the clouds were a haze which appeared so dense that they began to sink from their glorious heights till they laced the ground, hiding the distance.
Feebly, he tried his best to not drag his feet. It didn’t help that he was looking for landmarks in order to gauge distance and location. When his brain was occupied, his body was on auto-pilot. The hardest was when he couldn’t sleep, which happened more often than not. During this time, he opted to explore at night where little warmth and little light seemed to only make the situation more oppressive. Not that sleep did much good. One side of consciousness held panic, the other fatigue.

It was frustrating too that he couldn’t exactly recall or discern the terrors. Not that he was sure it would help as logic was forfeited for emotion inside dreams. The images he could recall were indistinct and fleeting: viscera, explosions, horizons. It was all he could do to repress the memories of being the darkness by himself.
He very nearly paused.
In the darkness, he corrected. Disconcerted.
Yet worry and fear were unwelcome, if not familiar, companions. The idea that he was afraid to sleep would be laughable if it wasn’t so debilitating. The noticeable weakness such as it was stuck like a thorn into his pride. It was disgraceful of him. Shameful for his stature.
However, the implications for a hierarchy were not made obvious. In fact, they were obtuse and brumous. Since it often rankled him, he chose to deal with it as apathetically as possible. Dwelling on it provided no obvious benefit.
He crested a hill and found himself presented with a mass cemetery. As if from the fog itself, the graves appeared - hundreds, perhaps thousands, perhaps more - extended themselves towards the grey skyline.
The composition of the ground quickly turned. When there wasn’t a collapsed headstone to make allowances for it was rubble or debris causing him grief. A majority of the stone looked white-washed from the wind and rain. It slowed his trek immensely as he had to carefully maneuver in order to not stumble. He was so tired. Tired of wandering, tired of being alone…

Tired of being acutely aware it was his fault.
After all, he was the one that had left Kakarot, not vice versa.
The thought of abandonment was too much, and he stopped for a moment to regain his equilibrium. The tombstone he used for balance was relatively unblemished, and the marker was as cold and dry as ice. The ground here also looked freshly tilled. These graves were recent, made within the last month judging by the lack of grass germination.

Something was off though, and the longer he stared the more he was aware of his own heartbeat. With the muscle pumping and blood flowing, it only seemed to accent the incongruity. He peered around, examining the sepulchre more closely.

There. That was it. The juxtaposition of time periods. The stones were old, but the soil was new. Memorials lacking a true tumulus. It was inappropriate and perturbing.

But just the simple act of perceiving the contrast seemed to cause a shift. It was like a role had been altered, morphing defence into offence. There was a tingling along the back of his neck that indicated a presence of some sort. It wasn’t corporeal or sentient. It was a sensation of judgment, heavy and encompassing. Furthermore, it demanded compunction like an open, festering wound demanded attention. He did not know if he was capable of not complying, the atmosphere was so oppressive.

Regardless, he tried to move on, to escape the maze of tablets and earth. He tripped and fell, but he was falling. Falling again. Over and over again. His falls like an echo with no diminishment. The word was there, on each memorial to ascribe guilt.

A feedback loop of self-defeating deliverance.

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