The land is blank; a colorless gray concealed her vision. She can see neither life nor structure. Only thick, suffocating mist and the rough ground lies before her; there is no moon to light the grim path.
(The wheels of fate have just begun to turn. The peg has been unpinned.)
Hanazono Karin stands in the midst of the path. Her failing sense of direction is the cause of her melancholy.
She remembers the distant minutes before she is stranded in this gray world; Kazune walking alongside with her, Himeka is full of cheer as she gives of an innocent, uplifting smile as they prepare for school. If only she is in that time frame.
No, this solemn land is reality. She cannot escape it or see the light. There is no guidance.
(Music breaks through the silence. It is haunting, yet strangely beautiful. Fluid notes echo in her ears. Still, it does not give her comfort; as opposed to that, it triggers fear.)
A chilling breeze rustles the girl's dirty-blonde hair. She shivers in her thin attire. The lightweight school uniform is not suited for winter.
Minutes ago it was summer; the warm, joyful season. She yearns for that time, almost battering the mist in frustration. Simply the fact is enough to trigger hysterical sounds of laughter. She is now helpless, stranded in a land she does not know.
(Footsteps can be heard)
"Is someone here?"
(The music stops.}
"Is there someone here?" The girl speaks once more, her voice echoing through the silence.
Her response is silence on this stranded prison. The silence is almost unnatural. Even the wind is mute to her ears. It occurs to her that the footsteps are a part of her delusions. She wishes that someone will come.
".....rin-chan...."
"Who....?" The dirty-blonde searches for the origin of the voice. She sees a familiar figure."Himeka-chan...."
"It's all your fault." The dark-haired girl is translucent; nearly transparent. The all-too-familiar voice emitted from her is weak, exhausted.
"Huh? Himeka-chan, what do you mean? I don't understand...."
"All of this....It's Karin-chan's fault..."
(The translucent figure is gone.)
The perceptive girl whom she acknowledges as her friend was a comfort in the past. Karin-chan, don't worry...everything will be fine. She smiles at the comforting few seconds of memories.
Karin tightens her right hand into a fist. This Himeka is nothing more than an illusion. It seems unrealistic for those words to come out of Himeka's mouth.
(Hints of moonlight can be scene through the heavy sheets of mist.)
A black ring on the ground is a light in the gray world. It is beautiful, almost tempting to pick up. The girl takes the ring and slips it on her finger. After all, there is nothing else to do. If it is a kamika ring, it is her key to her cage.
(It is no ordinary ring.)
An intoxicating sensation runs through her. She recalls a sealed part of her memory; Traumatizing experiences. (Nishikiori Michiru falls to his death in a kamika form.)
An unsteady hand reaches towards the ground. The gray prison is no longer silent to her mind. She hears screams. (It can't be true....no...lies)
Hanazono Karin opens her eyes to a familiar room. It is still night; darkness covers her room. Realization comes to her. What she saw was nothing more than a dream; a mere illusion constructed from her mind. Only a nightmare.
(She forgets the dream and its contents. A black ring still remains on her finger. She does not take any notice of it.)
(The wheels of fate are turning in a triggered direction)
//Tainted Voice of Silence//Triggered Fate
Disclaimer: I do not own and is in no way related to the creation or publication of Kamichama Karin.
We might as well cross out the end notes from the prologue. This piece will be written in present tense.
It has been months since I have written anything; my writing abilities must be horrible at this point. Choppy lines of randomness infiltrating the Kamichama Karin section.
I'll most likely continue to slack off from writing. And perhaps this is not the best thing for you to be reading. Murder on Christmas day.