Chapter 1
The twilight was weaved from weightless threads. Their intricate web created an illusive drapery. The gauze linen was fluttering in misty cascades. Ash specks were whirling among them, sparkling in the livid radiance. The stellar scattering precipitated and lied motionless, the grainy frosted faded, finishing its slow waltz. A man's silhouette reposed amidst the enchanting nocturnal spectacle. The brilliant fireflies soared in a peaceful solemn manner above him, illuming the feigned serenity of the fine-moulded face. The dormant resembled a corpse in his laid-back solitude. But a moment later the pallid languor of features dissipated: the man flinched and trembled in his sleep. The soul tossed, being constrained by the body. It couldn't seep through the narrow prison slits. Entangled in the dream, it moaned so dully that its mute groan awakened the sleeper. Kurosaki Ichigo opened his eyes and inhaled deeply like an infant exiled from the mother's womb. The tightness in his chest…the wrenching pain suffocated him like serpent embrace. Anxiety followed…it crept into his heart, throbbing in unison with its rapid beat. In an agony of silence the dull voice rustled: The dream…the same…we don't want to see it again…escape it. Ichigo obeyed. He rose from the cold ground. His movements were reserved. As soon as he got up, Ichigo looked around. Greenish and primrose patches were gleaming in the bluish clot of darkness. The forbidden precinct ran in the distance where the dusk curled at the limit of an invisible barrier. Only a foggy stripe could be seen. The boy turned enchanted in the direction of the dim fluorescence.
So he was walking on the rough bottom of a withered crease, digging his bare heels in the stoniness. As he approached his destination the light shined brighter almost blinding him. But never lowered his head and crossed the crepuscular zone at a rhythmical pace. Ichigo reached the border. The yawning void had been concealed before but now, heated to a white heat, it allured him like a virgin.
Only a short moment, just a flash of eternity, one desperate push against the gravity, only a life behind and the last breath …and he is no longer a part of the visible realm. He is in the middle of nothing and nowhere. The diffusion one thought… the lacerated fibers of conscience faded like delirium tremens.
Submit. Vanish. Oblivion is your lot. Silence. Oblivious Silence.
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He was sweating all over. Ichigo was in the grip of a nightmare. His body strained like a bow-string. His hands twisted bed sheets…
All of a sudden he rolled to the side and fell on the hard floor:
- What the heck! Damn those abnormal dreams…and high beds!
He cursed under his breath. He rubbed the nape of the neck…Odd it was…It felt rather good to feel the usual ache.
