Introduction
Black. Black with night. Nothing was visible through the carpet of shadows of the landscape. Squall, the main character in this maze of nothingness, tries to feel around for a light switch or something that will make it a little brighter, yet all in vain. There is not a single sound to be heard within the darkness, not a single breath, not a single sigh….
From everywhere, and at the same time from nowhere, small sweet voices began to undertone the shadows of the dark. "I'll be here…I'll be waiting here…", Who is this?, "I'll be waiting…for you…so…if you come here…, Who are you?!, "you'll find me…I promise…"
Then all was silent again.
What the hell was that?
When he gave up and faced the hasty conclusion that they mean nothing, he proceeded to stare into the thick nothingness that lay in front of him.
I can't see anything…ah, whatever…if I just walk straight, I have to get somewhere, right, thought Squall yet still confused. So he nonchalantly began to walk and the panorama of nothingness behind him faded out and a new scene faded in. He was now in a meadow of flowers. This field seemed infinite to him, who now stopped to survey his surroundings, bedazzled.
What are these? Lilies? White…lilies?
He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice the vocalizing in the background. The singing was performed by a set of sweet, harmonious voices. The melodious voices, that could almost be mistaken for saint's voices, filled up the background and drowned out the sighs of the doves and the hums of the bees. He laid himself on the soft earth, crushing a few flowers in doing so. His head rested on his arms as he stretched his body and closed his eyes.
Ah, so this is what bliss feels like…
Our ignorant main character spoke too soon, for out of clear blue sky came a series of black, swirling clouds. They filled up the sky and killed off any traces of so-called 'bliss'. Squall got up to look around. Then out of the depths of the newly formed shadows, three giant glossy shards of ice shot towards him. Two missed, but one painfully struck him in his red, pulsating heart and ripped through his body. He yelled in agony as his body was thrown back down to the floor with the full force of the javelin spear of ice.
He moved his hands up to the long shaft of frozen water and touched it.
The pain was overwhelming him. He grabbed for the ice, trying to rip it out. Somewhere, in the back of his subconscious mind, he knew that even if he did get it out, he is dead. He struggled with it for a short time, and then the pain got the better of him. He peacefully lowered himself to the floor.
Rest…
Warmth…
Sleep…
He accepted the end and he slowly closed his eyes and relaxed in the warmth that has spread over his stomach and was now leaking down over his knees…