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Week 7 of life in NTU, the humans have yet to discover that I'm actually a talking garbage bin.

Wut?


Wow I just finished my first 2K essay and I am dead from it, conked out on my unsightly bed for an hour. Anyway I'm here to talk about something interesting but I can't seem to think of what.

Nevermind, here goes nothing.




He stood on the fine boundaries of time and space, staring upon reality, a pathetic image of life. Fragments, pieces, dust, worthless bits and pieces that floated in the obscurity of reality. Was anything here even real? Who were all these people? Nameless, faceless beings gliding across streets and walkways. Was any one of them someone he knew? Family? Friends? Where was this accursed place? How sure was he that they were even alive. He turned...

*blink*

He lay on a lawn, looking at a lightless sky, it must've been midnight. Stars lit the dead sky hovering above him. He tried to raise his hand, only it wasn't there, or rather, he wasn't there. What was he? It felt like his entire being was pinned and strapped to the earth. He could feel it, yet he did not exist. Panic, fear, who am I? He turned what must have been his neck...

*blink*

Snow, a white expanse spreading for miles on end. No life, no sign of life. Only winter's embrace. The bitter chill gnawed deep into his bones, only there was nothing to bite into, yet the pain. Pain, or the echo of it. He yelled a soundless yell...

A demolished building.

A wedding in a church.

A family.

A family? He could not recall any family. Yet, yet he must have had one. Mum? Dad? What did they look like? What did he look like? The agony of remembrance, or rather, the lack of it.

Bright lights, headlights? They flashed violently around him yet he could not see the source of them. What cruel place was he in?

It pierced into him, whatever he was. The depth of his consciousness extricated from his being. His soul, what was his soul, invited out of it's shell to greet an uncertain fate. A twitch, and darkness smothered the world.