Sup. This story is based off the song 'Six Trillion Years and Overnight Story' sung by IA
Once upon a time many years ago…
In a large village that can no longer be found…
There was a boy left all alone with no one he could call friend or family…
No one knew him or remembered anything about him except that he was someone you shouldn't approach…
No one knew why but no one asked…
Even he had forgotten his own tale…
Ever since I was born, no one showed any kindness to me. Heh, I wonder what that is. Before they even knew me, everyone treated me with mocking and scorn. They washed me with pain and spite. I wonder what I did… Is it fate? Yes, that must be it. It is my destiny to forever suffer in this place from which I cannot escape.
I always wondered what having a companion was like. I wish I could have someone I could speak to. What am I thinking? The villagers will just become angry with me. Why should I feel more of their hatred than I already am? I don't need companions to live. But am I really living?
I can't help but feeling sad. What I think would be the best, it may only be a dream. I don't know if I have anything to complain about. After all, maybe a friend is overrated. I don't even know if those village boys I see playing together… I don't know what they're feeling so may be my life isn't so bad… But I know something is missing.
I like to believe that it was kindness when my mother told me I would see her again. She held my hand and filled me with warmth. But then… she was gone. I'm sure she didn't know I would be chained in this prison. Did she? Agh I don't know. Why am I even thinking of such things. Calling from the setting sun, she took my hand and flew away.
Why won't they tell me? Why won't they tell me? Because they don't speak to me? Why don't they? Why can no one answer my questions? I cried with tears didn't come out and a voice too shattered to cry out. What have I done to be chained up as a child and hated since birth? I haven't done a thing. I know I have an eternal sentence. I just want to know why!?
It rains and I'm alone without a shelter to protect me or food to eat. The chilly water drips down my white locks and onto my face as I try to imagine what something good may look like. I don't remember the first time I felt this chill. Maybe it had been trillions and trillions and trillions of years. I froze where I stood and waited another day in the sea of my sufferings.
Can I die? Can I die? The idea sounded like bliss. I'm all alone without any possessions. Why couldn't I just die? Any notion of what kindness might be was pale, no, snow white in comparison to the gift of death that would set me free… No dream I could have would be as kind as my own death. Would anyone notice? Deep in my heart I knew no one would. Then it slipped into the sailing sun and soon it sailed away.
Second part will finish the song.