Continuation of the last part. There should be one or two more parts to go before I finally hit the story.

Prologue II

I had long given up on leaving my prison of eternal darkness.

It was a nihilistic thought that spoke of giving up without a fight, but I saw no reason to think otherwise. I was constantly surrounded by darkness that stretched on for all of eternity. All I knew was that I 'existed' and that I was 'somewhere' which could be defined by the simple words of 'dark' and 'madness' inducing. I had never been given any hope of escaping this hell, and I thought that it was stupid that I would even have a sliver of a chance of being free.

Resigned and depressing to think so, but I would rather be resigned to my fate than be driven mad by delusion and despair by the crushing weight of reality. While I had no memories of my past, myself, much less the kind of person I was prior to memory loss and waking up in this dreary place, I instinctively knew that I was not the kind of person who tried to deceive myself. The very thought of deluding myself or trying to deny my reality no matter how harsh it was made me balk with such strong disgust that it surprised even me. I eventually figured it wasn't something I looked too kindly upon and I was remembering it unconsciously.

But I digress. I long accepted that I would never escape the darkness and that the only things that would keep me company in this abyss would be my own thoughts, the voices, and fleeting images of a city with a tower on fire.

And so I slept.

Not that I had a lot of choice in the matter anyway.

I could either stare into the abyss while the abyss stared back at me...

...or I could sleep and pass whatever time passed in this place.

For a long time (?) I followed a pattern in this forever lasting damnation. Sleep, dream, and stare into the abyss. It was a repeating cycle I was dedicated to until one day she came to this dark place where there was no light and hope.

In a place that threatened to drown me at every turn, she was the life boat in the cold waters. She was the light to the darkness.

And finally she was my salvation and the sliver of hope and optimism I had been unable to crush no matter how many times I tried.

The small wish I had of finally being able to leave this place despite all of my pessimistic expectations.

I would have made this longer, but it honestly did not seem right to go any further than this. Hopefully the next chapter will be the last part so that I can finally start on the story, dammit.

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