09-17-2018, 06:45 PM
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Exist or not to exist. To be truly alive and breathing or be the puppet of another much higher than you. Death itself is never the end when you truly didn’t in the first place, isn’t it? The billions of lives on different wavelengths of existence, sharing the same universe yet vibrating to the point of being on another plane of being. It was the question to plague the mind of a child who had never had their first birthday. A foolish error of ingesting chemicals to cut short a life of one who wasn’t alive yet not dead either. To have an existence of not knowing where one belonged or if they were meant to be in the first place. Confusing and puzzling to the point that life itself wasn’t. . . Life. Simply existence. The child knew he was more than what he believed after he had been reborn. Seeing his first birthday yet not truly being his first. No matter how many times he thought and tried to get over it, he had many first birthdays but they were never the real first birthday. And so Danny, a child of a mortal and creation of the embodiment of death, had witnessed many things. Having known that his true father had died after he did, and that the rest of his siblings, save for one, were half. More powerful than he, but loved them all the same. It hurt when he had to watch them suddenly die. No warning. No signs. Fine one minute and the next they were cold as the snow on winter days. Yet, they never came back like he did.
No, Danny had come to the conclusion that he was damned to die and be reborn for eternity– until Death itself reaped the universe the moment it ceased to exist.
A fate he had come to realize and come to terms with.
It gets lonely when the ones he cherished the most dies and doesn’t come back, and the hopes to see them again are known to be slim. A small, fragile hope after escaping the simulated universe he had been birthed into to see his siblings one more time. Danny didn’t keep his expectations high; he learned his lesson for getting them up. So it was then that the child had wandered from dimension to dimension, searching for some plane to reside in for a millennia before moving to the next. During these. . . Adventures, the creature had learned to not get too attached and ensure others didn’t become too attached to him, for death was inevitable. While he was breathing and moving now, the next day, the next second, he would be gone. A flame from a candle snuffed out at random, making it hard to tell his life span. Even now, he could stop breathing and go back into the nothingness he would emerge from years later. Of course, it wasn’t the case right now, but who is to know?
Light steps are taken as the child emerged from the shadows as the sun began to peep out in the horizon, small dark frame shifting and writhing as the shadows melted back. ( Come back. Back to us. ) The desire to go back to the nothingness and stay there was compelling but the drive to finally socialize and meet others override the want to go back. The kitten moves through the canopy of trees, eyes void of any color glancing up to the purplish pink sky mixed with dark oranges before focusing forward. Paws bring the shadowy manx through the grass, dark figure solidifying, solidifying, solidifying. Until shadows cling to small paws and back as Danny continued on his path. Nostrils flared to drink in the surrounding scents while interest peaked at the faint smell of others not too far. Switching between bounding and hopping, the child had made it to his destination, whiskers quivering and curling forward as he inhaled the marked border, not minding the scent of pee. This was a good sign. Someone would have to be near soon, it’s usually written that way.
Jaws parted and yawned before taking in another deep breath. It’s oddly satisfying to know that there’s potential of interacting with others for how long as he desire.
"Hello?" Light yet high pitched words came from the dark child. "'m Danny and I’d like to stay." The kitten shifted his paws and looked down at them then gazed around, bobbed tail twitching in anticipation as the waiting game began.
( He’d wait for years if it meant he'd get company at last. )
Exist or not to exist. To be truly alive and breathing or be the puppet of another much higher than you. Death itself is never the end when you truly didn’t in the first place, isn’t it? The billions of lives on different wavelengths of existence, sharing the same universe yet vibrating to the point of being on another plane of being. It was the question to plague the mind of a child who had never had their first birthday. A foolish error of ingesting chemicals to cut short a life of one who wasn’t alive yet not dead either. To have an existence of not knowing where one belonged or if they were meant to be in the first place. Confusing and puzzling to the point that life itself wasn’t. . . Life. Simply existence. The child knew he was more than what he believed after he had been reborn. Seeing his first birthday yet not truly being his first. No matter how many times he thought and tried to get over it, he had many first birthdays but they were never the real first birthday. And so Danny, a child of a mortal and creation of the embodiment of death, had witnessed many things. Having known that his true father had died after he did, and that the rest of his siblings, save for one, were half. More powerful than he, but loved them all the same. It hurt when he had to watch them suddenly die. No warning. No signs. Fine one minute and the next they were cold as the snow on winter days. Yet, they never came back like he did.
No, Danny had come to the conclusion that he was damned to die and be reborn for eternity– until Death itself reaped the universe the moment it ceased to exist.
A fate he had come to realize and come to terms with.
It gets lonely when the ones he cherished the most dies and doesn’t come back, and the hopes to see them again are known to be slim. A small, fragile hope after escaping the simulated universe he had been birthed into to see his siblings one more time. Danny didn’t keep his expectations high; he learned his lesson for getting them up. So it was then that the child had wandered from dimension to dimension, searching for some plane to reside in for a millennia before moving to the next. During these. . . Adventures, the creature had learned to not get too attached and ensure others didn’t become too attached to him, for death was inevitable. While he was breathing and moving now, the next day, the next second, he would be gone. A flame from a candle snuffed out at random, making it hard to tell his life span. Even now, he could stop breathing and go back into the nothingness he would emerge from years later. Of course, it wasn’t the case right now, but who is to know?
Light steps are taken as the child emerged from the shadows as the sun began to peep out in the horizon, small dark frame shifting and writhing as the shadows melted back. ( Come back. Back to us. ) The desire to go back to the nothingness and stay there was compelling but the drive to finally socialize and meet others override the want to go back. The kitten moves through the canopy of trees, eyes void of any color glancing up to the purplish pink sky mixed with dark oranges before focusing forward. Paws bring the shadowy manx through the grass, dark figure solidifying, solidifying, solidifying. Until shadows cling to small paws and back as Danny continued on his path. Nostrils flared to drink in the surrounding scents while interest peaked at the faint smell of others not too far. Switching between bounding and hopping, the child had made it to his destination, whiskers quivering and curling forward as he inhaled the marked border, not minding the scent of pee. This was a good sign. Someone would have to be near soon, it’s usually written that way.
Jaws parted and yawned before taking in another deep breath. It’s oddly satisfying to know that there’s potential of interacting with others for how long as he desire.
"Hello?" Light yet high pitched words came from the dark child. "'m Danny and I’d like to stay." The kitten shifted his paws and looked down at them then gazed around, bobbed tail twitching in anticipation as the waiting game began.
( He’d wait for years if it meant he'd get company at last. )
