𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 , 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.

As my consciousness faded, I found myself in another world, in a distant past and in memories faded by pain. At its peak, the moon's majesty seemed to sublimate all of existence itself, as if it were the only true being in a world with nothing left to lose, a light in the eternal darkness of the universe, a beacon for those who have lost their way and may never find it again.

Its unique glow pierced the dense clouds under the dark sky, even illuminating my defeated face, showing the spirits of nature the tears now streaming desperately down my cheeks, and through the sorrow I truly felt my chest burning with pain, shaken.

And in a reverie, I lost myself as a conscious being, avoiding the burden of remembering what I was supposed to do, deceiving myself and accepting the unreal over the real, as if I mistook love for a sunny day, living through a lie that now blossomed in the midst of the blunt, destructive truth.

The avalanche of doubtful feelings seemed to throb along with my brave heart, and in the rhythm of the beats that move me, the doubt that crawls abundantly through my naive mind seemed to end in a painful conclusion that made me cry profusely.

Crying with despair, crying for the days I would live without them, crying because the world seemed too cruel. So who am I? Where do I come from and where do I go? The fire with its ardor made me dream naively, but why believe? Why trust in an illusion created by those you embraced and loved so much? The June of lies and truth now before my eyes, what am I to believe?

Hidden in sepia tones, the ultimate and absurd fact, the statement that made it a tragic realization. Again with the conjectures, I ask myself: Will the rain ever stop? It's been cold for a long time... Why? Why did the rain choose me? Why does it insist on choosing me, who has nowhere else to go? Can I let it cover me? So it continues to fall, not knowing when it will stop. On the fine line that traces interpretations, surrounded by so many questions, biased by conclusions. What to do then? Please answer me! I cried, I shouted, I screamed. What could heaven do for me? Nothing, nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing... I'm sorry.

I clenched my fists, my tattered clothes now wet from the torrent of suffering, a weary countenance stamped on my being. The laments continued to fall on my cheerful but defeated face. Defeated from crying so much, tired of deceiving myself, and now determined to accept it, even if it was painful.

──── Why...? Why have you left me here, alone? With nothing. Without... You. ──── My voice seemed to fail me, shaking. I had never felt so much sadness in my short life, and this moment seemed to prove that even with my brave heart, the foundations of my being could be shaken, and the fragility of all things now seemed apparent.

The stained letter, the gravestones marked with their names. In the mud, in the gutter. The blue spheres seemed to glow, and even in the midst of this situation, I still had a bit of will left, a remnant of those days. I would follow their wishes, it's the right thing to do. I'll go on, even if it hurts. Even if I plunge into waters so dense that they could crush me, I will do it. One last word then.

──── Goodbye... Mom. I'll always love you and remember every second I spent with you. The teachings, the flowers we loved so much. Your loving look and your sunny hug. Smile, Raphael! That's what you always told me, right? ──── Difficult. This feeling that something is stuck in my chest, weighing down your words. Swallowing dryly. Lips now curving into a forced smile, painfully reminding me of the scene before my eyes.

──── Dad, I loved your pranks. You taught me that to respect others is to respect yourself. I love you and I'll cherish our time together. Forever and ever. Cry, boy... That's what you always said, but why do I feel like I'm suffocating? Why do I feel so empty? ──── Why does everything seem so painful without you? Why do the tears keep falling even though I've already accepted them? Why do I hurt so much? Why? Just... Why?

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──── Goodbye... Mom and Dad. ──── With my last words came silence. The only sound seemed to come from the rain, non-stop, merciless. Now I just wanted some time away from myself. No thoughts, no nothing. Maybe it would help me to get away, to clear my head. To run away from myself, to get away from myself. Maybe it would make me wake up from this nightmare in the end or make me understand that... There is an end. And with that understanding, I hope it makes me understand what's left of me.

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐓𝐰𝐨: 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.

It was hard to get used to the starless sky, the intense routine, and the smell of mourning. Time seemed to pass slowly, and that was what hurt the most.

Fleeting. The feeling of having the world under your control until you lose yourself in an amalgam of losses. I can't say I like that feeling, especially when it comes to death. I've lost those I loved the most, and now the unknown seems to smile happily in my tired face.

But even if the sky frightens me. Even if the silence makes me aware of the fragility that belongs to each of us, and through my silent cries I persevere.

Is this the price I pay for the mistakes of my past? The disgusting things I said to my brother? The dumping of all that pain on him? So... even if my words seem meaningless, even if I'm just a boy, even if I have to carry the weight of the world. I have faith. My dreams have come true, I'm sure of it! I'll do anything for us. Now let's focus on the present.

In the infinite green space where I was, I observed the blue of the sky.

Lying on the grass, I began to think about the steps I should take. What was my purpose in this world? Why was I told to play Mythos? Why did my brother disappear? The days passed and these feelings persisted, unwavering, with no desire to give up.

I continued with my chores, getting up early and investing my time in Mythos, making it better and better. In my spare time, I tended to the flowers in my house and took care of the stray cats; it was a relatively peaceful life. Still, I felt more and more out of place.

And once, after feeding the cats, I came home and the realization hit me with its abysmal weight. Day after day I went into this game as if I were a robot, without meaning, without motivation, unlike the words I said to them, unlike the words I said to myself.

I just continued to exist. This melancholy sucked me in more and more until I realized what was trapped in my heart. On a particularly cold day, I lay down on the fallen leaves of autumn in Paradise, one of the most beautiful places in Mythos, and let my feelings out:

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

A nonsensical scream, too confusing. It was freeing, strange, but freeing. I laughed, for no reason. I laughed in the midst of the fog that surrounds me, I cried to the sky that denies me.

I didn't know why, but in Mythos I felt free. I felt... Next. Close to my essence.

On this line that traces my truths, what do I feel? Is it anger? Sadness? Hate? Or all of these mixed into one emotion, who knows? But for the first time in a long time I felt relieved. I felt weightless. I felt light after being bound by myself for so long.

I felt her embrace around me, the embrace of the one who has always taken care of me: Mother Nature. In that brief moment, I sank into a beautiful dream. A dream full of stars, a dream of a beautiful future.

It didn't take long to wake up and that feeling was still there, waiting for me. Only this time it doesn't matter. It's just not important, and that understanding literally freed me from all that pain. It was fun though. A random moment, a cry and a laugh... And puff. All done.

For the first time, I felt that the leaves and trees and bushes seemed to smile at me. The squirrels I saw jumping under the arms of the happy trees, the sun that now shone on me, and even the air I breathed looked at me favorably.

Nature became closer to me, almost like a friend I saw on Tuesday nights and Thursdays. Finally, I'm walking alive in my starry dream.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬…

And then, as if reality were acting in the name of its brutality, I felt a searing pain. I opened my eyes abruptly, blinded by the terrible sight that followed. I saw myself surrounded by huge, robust green figures.

──── Who are you, skinny? ──── A thick, harsh voice rang in my ears, and my eyes followed it. There I saw an Orc with red hair, eyes of the same color, and a scar on his face that ran like a line between his cheek and his right eye.

I recognized him. How could I forget him? The bloody warrior, the red avenger? Rogur Shuzgurak. The leader of the Green Bear tribe and the last survivor of the village of Balorat Mikar.

In that brief moment, my heart fluttered with suspicion. Even with the blood dripping from my forehead and the pain much more real than it should have been, I still had doubts.

A doubt that would soon be dispelled.