Alone in his dimly lit room, Blue sat in silence, enveloped by the darkness that seemed to mirror the turmoil within him. Questions echoed in his mind, swirling like a tempest: "What am I? Who am I? Why do I exist?" Each query lingered, unanswered, as Blue grappled with the enigma of his existence.
As exhaustion weighed heavy upon him, Blue succumbed to the pull of sleep. In the depths of his subconscious, he found himself in a dreamscape shrouded in darkness. An eerie village emerged before him, consumed by flames that danced with sinister delight. The cacophony of screams pierced the night air as panicked figures fled, their bodies engulfed in searing flames.
Amidst the chaos, a grotesque figure materialized—a goat with human legs, its form twisted and forlorn. In a voice laden with sorrow and accusation, it addressed Blue: "Why, Blue? Why did you leave me all alone?" Blue stood frozen, a witness to the haunting spectacle unfolding before him.
The apparition continued, its words a haunting lament: "Remember, Blue, the adventures we had. What would Windslo say?" Memories flooded Blue's mind, a torrent of images and emotions crashing over him with relentless force. In that fleeting moment, he glimpsed fragments of a past obscured by shadows, memories long buried beneath the weight of time.
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With a start, Blue jolted awake, his heart pounding against his chest. Sitting upright in bed, he wiped away a single tear that trickled down his cheek. In a voice heavy with emotion, he whispered a name that echoed through the stillness of his room: "Daima."
Alone in his dimly lit room, Blue sat in silence, enveloped by the darkness that seemed to mirror the turmoil within him. Questions echoed in his mind, swirling like a tempest: "What am I? Who am I? Why do I exist?" Each query lingered, unanswered, as Blue grappled with the enigma of his existence.
As exhaustion weighed heavy upon him, Blue succumbed to the pull of sleep. In the depths of his subconscious, he found himself in a dreamscape shrouded in darkness. An eerie village emerged before him, consumed by flames that danced with sinister delight. The cacophony of screams pierced the night air as panicked figures fled, their bodies engulfed in searing flames.
Amidst the chaos, a grotesque figure materialized—a goat with human legs, its form twisted and forlorn. In a voice laden with sorrow and accusation, it addressed Blue: "Why, Blue? Why did you leave me all alone?" Blue stood frozen, a witness to the haunting spectacle unfolding before him.
The apparition continued, its words a haunting lament: "Remember, Blue, the adventures we had. What would Windslo say?" Memories flooded Blue's mind, a torrent of images and emotions crashing over him with relentless force. In that fleeting moment, he glimpsed fragments of a past obscured by shadows, memories long buried beneath the weight of time.
With a start, Blue jolted awake, his heart pounding against his chest. Sitting upright in bed, he wiped away a single tear that trickled down his cheek. In a voice heavy with emotion, he whispered a name that echoed through the stillness of his room: "Daima."
END OF CHAPTER 25