I have been neglecting my second favourite anime in terms of fanfiction, thus spawning this...thing. It turned out much more ominous than I thought it would...must be all those movies about the apocalypse coming out recently.
That, and Lain is an odd one.
I do not own Serial Experiments Lain or the world.
The most gratifying thing that Lain notices when the world ends is that it is completely silent. There are no bullets of sky peppering upturned faces, no screams of choked protest from gaping mouths ("Not today, not so young...! The world is still so new...!"), no bloodied rain or wind or fire. Slow-motion, stop-motion, it is all overruled in the most passing glances of seconds, and before it even starts, before the most talked about judgment of all even begins, it is over. With nothing more but a pixel of a girl to show for it.
Isn't this how you would have wanted it?
Lain lets her gaze drop to her hands. From wherever she stands, whatever space she consumes, she frowns, looks back out to the black. Listens.
See? Completely silent.
"So fast," she muses, echoing through the nothingness. In a sense, she is nothingness as well, blending and molding with the black that cradles a world forgotten in just under a second.
But that's just it. So fast. So minute. So gone.
It had all been so close to beautiful. Something had always been in the way, disrupting the silence, stirring the air of neon gods and wired worlds and Lain, whom had merely stood beneath the frequency and watched with somber eyes. It is all washed in delicate black now, and that thick, humming silence that the world had been crying out for for centuries.
The only person to hear it is you.
"So fast..."
And this is how the world begins, out of the black, out of the nothingness: Lain gives a tilt of her head, closes her eyes, and simply listens to that humming before something so close to beautiful is reborn.
Feedback. Mmmm, that stuff is yummy.