Shinji felt perfectly at peace. Surrounded by light, he felt as if there was never anything he need ever feel fear or worry for. The simple existence of his soul, surrounded by the colors around him were enough. What was spoken to him was no voice, yet the words echoed inside his heart:
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Childhood. Mother and father. Existing for the sake of existence, yet empty.
Teenager. Friends with no family. Pleasure in existence itself, yet empty.
Adult. Obligations twisted with dependance. Existence of others being fulfilled, yet empty.
The colors before us, symbolic of life. Destiny remains yet an image.
Red: The fiery passion. Courage brought about by despair.
Blue: The cool emotion. Wisdom brought about by uncertainty.
Yellow: The calm desire. Power brought about by weakness.
Of one alone, the existence rests unfulfilled. One's strength offset by one's debility.
Of unison of colors: light illuminates the mind. One's strength becomes limitless.
A journey that never ends, in dreams or reality.
Author's note:
This is the prelude to the next book, "Expiation of the Evangelion" which is now out.
Also, this was my first try at writing something "almost" poetic. Yeah, lame is the first thing that comes to mind, but bear with it. I had to come up with something short to add to the end of this story to alert readers I'm continuing this story, since we're not allowed to post comments without an actual story as chapters. If you can see past the awkward symbolism and metaphors, you'll proabably have an idea of what will be occuring in the next book.