There used to be a house I once lived in.

It was like a mansion, it was luxurious, only for the elite.

But when I try to remember it, something seems different.

A purple glow illuminates this house, and my vision is distorted by sparkles and reality seems to glitch like a game.

Before I knew it, the house started to crumble, decaying underneath me.

I fell into the darkness, and landed on a soft, delicate flooring.

When all was said and done, I found myself in a white, padded room.

There were 3 doors, each with different numbers labeled on each of them.

I reached out toward the door which was marked ‘1’.

The door creaked open, reducing the number to ‘0’, and behind it a bright light blinded me.

Then, like shattered glass, I saw the fragmented memories of people.

Shards of glass which reflected people I had met before.

Carved into stone, encased in ice, a snowy mountain, a blinding light, gray eyes, turn to midnight.

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That was when it occurred to me.

Gathering the hopes into one, I marched forward one last time.

My life served only one purpose.

And to serve that purpose…

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