In the depths of our minds, we sought a new perspective on our existence, only to confront a vast emptiness. Here, at a fixed point in this void, we saw nothing but ourselves, standing alone in an expanse that stretched endlessly. Devoid of all emotions, we felt no pain, loss, or hate—elements that would anchor our humanity. And yet, in this emptiness, we were paradoxically free.
As we wandered through this desolate purgatory, we suddenly came upon a red-scratched door. Its jarring color and the cold air seeping through its cracks were disorienting, yet it seemed to beckon us. Despite its ominous appearance, we felt no fear, only an inexplicable urge to discover what lay beyond.
We stepped back, glancing at the nothingness behind us, torn between the mysterious allure of the door and the void we knew. A contemplation stirred within us: As something that had known nothing to begin with, we were like shimmering light in the vast darkness. We sensed a change, our growth. We began to formulate thoughts, reasons, and questions. We sought to understand where we were, what we were, and most importantly, who we were.
Summoning our courage, we approached the door. As it creaked open, the transition from darkness to light was astonishing. The new world before us was a vast expanse of pale white, unmarked and pristine. But beneath our feet, remnants of our former world clung like a dark, viscous gel.
A sudden wave of compassion struck us—a desire to protect this untouched realm from the stains we carried. We looked behind, hoping to find the door from whence we came. How could something so close a moment ago be so far away? We realized that our presence might do harm to this place if we attempted to reach back for the door.
“BUT WE MUST.”
“‘BUT NO, WE MUSTN’T MOVE,’” said our voices, echoing with hesitation.
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Desperation took hold as we glanced desperately at the door in the distance. We saw the dark gel-like substance creeping into this beautiful place. Defying our hesitation, we sprinted toward it. As we approached, we shut the door so firmly that the knob broke off. The door began to crumble, falling softly into pieces. We realized we were now trapped in this beautiful place, tainted by remnants of the old world on every step.
We had become an entity with the potential to ruin the innocence of this perfect canvas world. With our thoughts amidst the wind and the sadness that plagued our feet , we roamed carefully, leaving behind bitter trails. Our search for another door became desperate.
An odd sense of arrogance took hold—an exaggerated sense of our own importance and abilities. In our arrogance, we had ignored our impact, and our desperation grew, leaving us ever more restless. In our attempts to navigate the chaos, we had turned a canvas of white into a landscape of gray, becoming a symbol of chaos amid what once was harmony. We wondered how much we had truly grown.
In our fruitless search, we grew weary and could only whisper our regrets as if they were silent songs. And we lay amidst the chaos we had created. What troubles the mind more than the shallow thoughts we now harbor? When a single light casts a new shadow. Yesterday felt like a distant dream. Yesterday felt unreal, and when we awoke, we faced what is and what we are—a call from the past, whispering what seemed to be our name. Unfamiliar it was, yet it resonated deeply with us.
A past we strive to deem unfit once again asserts itself, seeming inescapable as if it was always meant for us. We wouldn’t know; we could only wish we were never here. We wish we were never known by this place, nor heard of. We wish we could silence the voices that insist we are meant to be here. No more do we murmur, for silence is the only solace we now seek.