Hey, everyone, welcome to my new story. I really hope you like it, although, I really don't know if it's going to go anywhere. Message me about any questions, I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
I remember a deep indigo colored night sky, patched with black, and lit with stars. There were slight patches of it visible through the bamboo.
From there, everything is blurred, save for a mind numbing pain, and the sharp smell of blood that rings out.
Those are the memories that I fear, that haunt my nightmares. I dream, sometimes, of falling from the sky, of being impaled.
In other dreams, the sky is around me, and the clouds are gentle. They sing to me, and my lullaby is the wind's gentle song.
Sometimes I see a face, a person that I don't recognize, but that I feel like I should. He is familiar, and I wish that I remembered what I should. His eyes are molten, and liquid almost, they remind of gold, of the things that…that we…
What did we do?
We did something…something together.
Of that I am certain.
I dream of us, sometimes, just talking, I can't understand what we're saying, or remember, more like.
What am I supposed to remember?
They are not dreams, although that is how they often appear; they are far to vivid, and I remember them too well.
One memory, the one that confuses me, is of looking into a still pool, and seeing what should be my reflection. Instead, I see a narrow face, with violet eyes, slanted; the mouth is narrow, the nose titled. The face of a man looks back at me.
There's the prologue, well? Got you curious, right?