Part 1

"Fuck, where the fuck am I!!"

Am I in the air!?

"Why the hell am I flying!"

I'm flying through the air!? somehow, I can't feel it physically tho?

I can hear birds, eagles and the wind pressing against me, I can imagine the heat but can't feel it.

Why the hell am I here!? It feels real, too real. But how!

"What is that!"

There's a town, out here in no where! Surrounded by rocks and dry dead lands.

A land of dead plants and stone cliffs, the sky is cloud free with a hot sun shining right on top.

Hybrid birds, and other creatures flying in the air, some are enormous—others small.

Stuff looks almost blurry for how warm it is, but I can spot a town under me, a town way out in nowhere, in a dry land more or less dead.

The town's alive with people, despite the barren landscape. Merchants shout from their stands, horses pull carts over dusty roads, and the distant clatter of metal echoes up to me.

The houses, simple cubes of cracked stone, stand unevenly as if time and sandstorms had battered them. Some roofs sag, and narrow alleyways twist between buildings, leading deeper into the maze of homes.

The town square is crowded with hastily-erected stalls and dusty cloth awnings, shading merchants who yell over the clamor. There's a well in the center, surrounded by desperate eyes, hoping for the next rainfall.

Children, barefoot and sun-burned, weave between carts, their laughter a strange contrast to the weary faces of the adults who barter and argue over dried goods and tarnished trinkets.

Merchants wave frantically at passing travelers, offering clay jugs, sun-bleached fabrics, and dried herbs. Their voices rise and fall, desperate to make a sale before the sun sets and the crowds thin.

The creak of wooden carts and the low hum of conversations blend into the dry wind, carrying the occasional cry of a merchant, pushing his goods with urgency.

sand covers the ground, dust flows around from all of the movements and carriages.

The residents go caring around barrels, with stuff they bought and stuff they sell to earn a small income to be able to stay alive.

Curtain walls enclose the middle part of the town, with a large stone castle at its heart. The castle looks poor, yet somehow retains a sense of wealth.

Why would anyone be out here?

There isn't a drop of water as far as my eye can see, how is this place even alive, if they don't have water?

Ohh shit! An eagle! An eagle with 4 enormous wings, white scarf around its neck and big black feathers, with an intense hunting look in its eyes. The eagle is probably as big or even bigger than I am.

Please, please just don't get any closer, I beg.

I hold my breath, heart racing. The eagle's eyes lock onto me, and for a second, I feel small, helpless. But it veers away, leaving only a rush of wind and relief.

I hear a quick swift of wind beside me, I look towards it. A huge yellow eye sour into my soul with its black pupil.

Suddenly, I'm falling—plummeting toward the ground before I can even process what's happening.

Fuck! What the hell was that Yellow eye with a hunting instinct to kill me, was it a dragon!?

I barely catch my breath before spotting bones—massive ones, forming the shape of a reptile's skull.

Trees, plants grow inside it, animals live on it and it's the only place in my eyesight that has green plants.

Eye sockets overgrown with plants, birds as big as the one I encountered before have set down their nests in it. Inside of the mouth there are trees and flowers, crawling around overgrown lizards on the teethes.

wind Echoing through the cracks that have been weathered by time, making a whistling sound, animals screaming and birds singing leads out a sound through the eye sockets, nose and ears that reaches the way to me.

I should be panicking, but I can't. My heart races, but my mind feels detached, like I'm watching from behind a glass. The heat, the wind, the creatures... none of it feels real, and yet it's all too vivid. It's like being caught in a memory that isn't mine.

I still feel shocked and out of space to think, nothing feels real.

maybe that's why I can't panic, I don't see anything of this being real.

A piercing cry cut through the air, sharp and high-pitched like the wind itself had been split open.

The cry sent a shiver down my spine, a primal sound that felt like it carried the weight of the desolate land itself, warning me that I was trespassing.

Huge black feathered wings swirl through the sky towards the skull.

leaving a sharp pitched cry echoing through the skull, giving me what feels like a headache, though it doesn't give me any pain.

The creature claims a bird as its prey, as it's on its way to the top of the skull. Showing dangerous intelligence it scouts through the land. Having Its talons shoved down the bone with the force of a predator that had claimed its territory.

It's a griffin, the same one I saw the eye of and who scared away the eagle. The one who I thought at first could have been a dragon.

Covered in black, brown feathers, holding its prey in its grip, forcing its talons in the poor bird. Four wings following its spine, a tail almost as long as the griffin itself.

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The griffin's cry was a bone-chilling roar, high-pitched yet powerful, a primal scream that seemed to ripple through the sky like thunder, forcing the very air to vibrate around me.

The griffin, almost being as big as the skull, makes me think what kind of creature this head belongs to.

A reptile shaped head, long sharp teethes and holes like ears. Would it be possible?

Is that a dragon?! A dragon, probably as big as a mountain. Could definitely destroy anything in its way at its time. What age was this creature alive?

The head is overgrown, it's old, very old. Are these creatures still existing?!

Is it really a dragon!?

It would be possible to be some other reptile-like creature.

Wait! I'm flying way too close to the ground! PLEASE, UP! I'm going to slam against the rocks!

Shit! This is going to hurt!

I turn my head away and twist my back towards the ground, I close my eyes.

Please, if this is a dream, I, I want to wake up… now!!

I wait, soon it's gonna happen, I'm going to die! But, nothing, nothing happened.

Slowly, and scared, I open my eyes. Sand flies everywhere, slowly getting dark, I reach my hand towards the surface, reaching for the light of the world above.

Before I knew it, I was flying through the barren landscape. Completely blacked out, with no sign of light in my sight.

What the hell is going on! This has to be a dream, right? Maybe it isn't. What if… what if this is actually possible in this world. What do I know—I've only been in this world for like six days.

Why wouldn't this be possible? It feels like a fantasy world. But then again in what scenario do you wake up in the sky, crash to the ground, leaving no impact, and just keep on falling.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"

It's almost as if I am feeling ill from all of this. I want to throw up but I can't, my body doesn't let me.

Out of reaction, my hand covers my mouth, my stomach feels weird and my eyes leaks.

Falling faster and faster, a blue, red light appears, a light that brightens up a cave,

filled with ruby and crystals.

It's enormous, a place big enough to have a civilisation, looks almost as if there has been one here. Destroyed stairs, poles reaching to the top of the cave.

Chains hanging on the walls and from the upper arch. prison cells built into the chamber walls.

A crypt that has been abandoned, weathered by age. Left behind are relics, weapons and prisoners that have rotten to bones.

My body almost crumbles to a ball of suffering, I lose my mental health, my brain trembles of despair, I feel weak and light headed.

But not real pain, just mentally, It doesn't feel right.

I want to die, I can't comprehend what is happening.

"Shit!"

The speed decreases and I fly towards a dark aerie, surrounded with ruins.

The sickness in my stomach gets over coomed by the instance feeling. It gets blurry while the blue, red lights that brightened up the crypt goes away. Leaving me in complete darkness.

My head starts spinning, my body feels like it's floating but I'm not. I stopped drifting through the air, leaving me on the rock hard ground.

It feels like I am still airborne but It's just my head playing tricks.

Red light appears in front of me. An eye, lightening up itself for me, a stone, or a ruin?

What is that, "I don't, please!" My lips spill out words, terrified. I cover my mouth feeling like throwing up and I move my body, crawling on the cold layer of stone backwards.

Part 2

"p̸̟̺̎̉ã̸̞ẗ̴͕̓h̸̩̩̄̆e̸͖̰͗t̶̝͚̐̏í̶͕̯͝ċ̵̞̮" A voice from within the darkness, searching its way into my head, Raspy and deep it mentally whispers the word in my head, Pathetic.

"Who's there!"

I feel my eyes start itching, my head starts spinning, and I can't think straight at all.

Who is that, why did it call me pathetic, I didn't choose to come here.

A glowing red eye hovered in the distance, its light cutting through the suffocating darkness like a dagger. Each pulse of crimson sent waves of nausea rippling through me, as if the air itself was tainted with dread.

My eyes burned as if filled with sand, and still I scratched, desperate for relief that wouldn't come. My nails dug into the skin around them, tearing at the flesh, but I couldn't stop. The more I clawed, the more distant the world became—everything slipping into a red haze of pain and panic.

"Damn it, DAMN it all! What is going on, I'm losing it, I can't anymore. This is too much!"

I feel the way how I am losing sense of sanity, it's like I'm floating in an abyss of mental suffering.

"Y̶̨̖̌͝ỏ̸̮͎u̶͉̎'̵͖̼̑̓r̶̛͎ ̸̨̩͒̽w̸̥̄͐e̸̪̔á̷̜̘̋k̴̢͈̃͝.̶̡͊ ̴̱̓W̵̻͉͐̓ȅ̶̫ạ̶̱̀̊k̶̢̟̈́͒!̸̡̳͒́ ̶̼̖̍̿"

"Uhh, u…" I can't breathe, why, please, please let me breathe. My hands covering my throat, desperate for air.

My breaths came too fast, shallow gasps slipping through my lips, each one feeding the panic curling in my chest

I'm losing sense of control, my hands are shaking and the rest of my body is numb, I'm helpless, I can't do anything. It all feels like a suffering nightmare that won't end.

"H, H!!" I can't scream, I need help, please someone, h help me!

"W̴͈̮̒̕ḥ̸͓̋̚y̶̛͈ ̷͉̊̓d̶̞̥̋̕i̸̻̇͗d̶̙͙̅̍ ̶̗͕͐ý̷̟͇̆ȍ̴͇̱͋ȗ̵̦̮͘ ̶̻͛͝c̸̛̥̕ǒ̸̻̈́m̸̖̔͝e̷̲̓̓ ̵̧̥̋ẗ̶̼͖̕õ̵͎͎õ̶̬̠͝ ̴͚͍̆̓t̴̞͖̂ḧ̷̲̭́̒ī̷̦̬̄s̶̨͗ ̵̢͔̌̚p̶̹̥̽͋l̷̤͘ã̸̗͖̓c̴̢͆e̶̤̙͐"

Why did you come here?' the voice sneered, its tone dripping with disdain. 'What did you think you'd find? Redemption? Strength? You've never been anything but weak. Do you even know why you're running?' The words pierced my mind, each one unraveling something deep within me. My chest tightened. I wanted to scream, But I couldn't. The loss of insanity paralyzed me.

Why was I here? The voice seemed to know the answer, but I didn't. Or maybe... I did. Deep down, past the layers of confusion and terror, something flickered. A memory? No—more like a forgotten promise, an echo of something I'd once sworn I'd do. But what?

I made a promise to myself when I got to this world, I want to achieve what I couldn't achieve in my past life, I want a dream, complete my desires to live. Live without the pain of knowing I could have done it better.

I want to survive, I don't want to die but at the same time, I do. The sense of control is lost, I don't feel like myself anymore. I know that I already got a second chance, in this life, I want to reach my goal and feel complete as a person.

Then again, I want to die, I don't want to suffer, if I were to restart again, I would, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to give up, I'll achieve my desires even if It kills me.

I can't do this anymore, I want to, I want to die. Please take away my pain and suffering!

My throat feels numb, I can't even sense it anymore, I can't speak. Sounds circles around my head, blurry and constant beep sound following the blurry effect. My eyes are dizzy and everything looks disgusting. It makes my head hurt.

I collapsed on the ground, still being able to feel and being able to fear this pain. Kill me, please kill me!

My body froze, muscles stiff under an unseen weight. For a moment, all sound disappeared, leaving only the deafening pulse of my own heartbeat. Then, without warning, the numbness returned, spreading like ice through my veins.

"Ah h…" FUCK!

"c̶̹̞̒u̶̳̠̔r̷̰̾̏ś̶̮̒ë̶̹̈́,̸͔́͆ ̸̪̪̍C̸̪̜͝U̴̮̥̐Ŗ̷̜̐S̵͓͈̆E̸̯̊" The deep and raspy voice sinks into my head, I hear Curse, curse. Stop, just stop it.

"c̶̯̑u̵͈̾ŗ̵͗s̶̲̒̌e̴͎̿́,̶̞̞̐ ̷̫͓́d̶̠̦̑e̸̤͐̈́a̴̞̹̔t̵͊͜h̴̖͘,̸̛͇̄ ̷̮̂̍k̸̡̄̆ì̵̼͜l̸̻͑̐l̵̗̽̕,̸͔̀̅ ̸͈͛ḻ̴̹̌̊e̶̠̻͐a̴̜̲͆v̷̼̤̈e̸̬̍ ̴̥͙̿ẏ̷͖ǫ̷̲̈͂ǘ̶͍͍ ̸͓͐͘ä̷̩͍́͝r̵̯̓e̷̢̺̍̒ ̷̳̘̍̈́w̷̫̌̾ḛ̵̙̽̍a̵̛̗k̷̡̍͝" CuRSe, death, KILl, YOU Are wEaK

fuck, fuck, fuck, shit! what the hell! Get me out, I want away. Take me away, I can't. PLEASE! Someone, ju-just help me!

My numb body follows the layer of cobblestone backwards away from the crimson eye. My nails fall off, while dragging them against the rocks, I can't comprehend the pain, not even the feeling of having hands, arms or legs left, my stomach growling of pain and hunger.

Glowing white holes appear, three of them, one centered above the scarlet eye, two under. A shrine standing with its stone surfaces, covered in dread, looking for a wealthy warrior who will speak with its powers. Sending of insanity both from its blood-red eye and from its cursed sounds. A low life could never stand ground with this shrine. The shrine of curse.

The light flickers, darkness turning into an abyss of void, my eyes flooding blood, yet no touch of physical pain. My skin turns pale, my lungs stop working and I feel warm, like I'm burning.

It, it hurts, soon I die! quick kill me!

I scream my lungs out loudly, as I wake up. My hands reach over my body, scratching, Rolling around out of stress, I can't lay still, quickly I sit up on the bed as I panic, thinking I'm dead.

My head still feels dizzy, I feel a bit ill, almost about to vomit.

I look around me with shaking eyes, slowly realizing that I was dreaming, A nightmare that felt as real as this world. My brain is comprehending slowly, a shrine? I remember a shrine with one scarlet eye. The last thing I saw was three white holes in the shrine.

"aa, uhhhhhh" Relieved I lay back down in the bed, trying to relax, but soon, I need to get up, the morning sun had begun to rise. A light brightening the room slowly as I am breathing heavily in relief of being alive.