Darkness spread throughout. Left, black. Right, black. Forwards, backwards, up, down. No matter where he looked, an undeniable fact was true. He was dead. He opened his mouth to speak but no sound escaped his lips. Alarmed, he tried to feel his throat with his hands, only to find out there was nothing. He was of no body. An ethereal being with no form.
Years seemed to pass as he comprehended his situation, his mind blank after doing so. He was dead. He lay stationary, his consciousness frozen, like a pond that froze in the winter. Yet like a frozen pond, the time for the ice to thaw was at hand.
His mind was born afresh, removing old thoughts, replacing it with a pure yet alluring state of mind. However, the man once more recalled his old straying thoughts, haunting him once more, and, once more he was pit into a state of nothingness.
It was a cycle. To be brought into a void state, then to be born anew. This was the routine that the man was in for hundreds, if not thousands of years.
For the nth time he was in a state of which no mind was present. For the nth time he was going to be, once again, ‘born’ anew. In the middle of the process of having his mind refreshed, a searing light plunged through his body.
He had a body. A tiny one, to say the least, but it was still a body. Mixed feelings were felt because of this realization but before he could try make out what happened, an agonizing feeling arose.
He yelled. He screamed. He cried. No one would be able to know the pain he was feeling. It was as if he was being mercilessly pulled inside out.
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The pain gradually faded, leaving only a sore feeling throughout his body. His cries stopped in a slow manner, as his energy was depleted through his continuous cries.
He had to know what was happening. His body, however, was stopping him, his eyes slowly closing, plunging him gradually into darkness.
NO! His thoughts were in disarray. When he felt the darkness pull him away, he struggled dearly as he did not want to go back there. Struggling to keep his eyes open, he saw giants. Eh?
A grey-haired, blue-eyed giant with a trimmed beard held him. The giant, wearing fine silk garbs, held him. Fear and astonishment overwhelmed his mind, and his tear ducts, oh his tired tear ducts, once again did its magic until, once again, darkness spread throughout. This time, though, no such cycle of nothingness and purity initiated, giving the man his much needed rest.
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Author's Note: This chapter ended up really short -_- I thought it would be much longer in my head. Also, thanks for pointing out the lack of spaces Mr. TeaAddict777.