He stood up still and faced where the light shaped window once existed. Gathered his might and sharpened his sight, for he was determined to conquer what he’s yet got to face. As he walked, the fog that blocked his vision cleared up and the light shaped window closed up … Just before reaching what he sought a giant lake crossed his path. A lake with darkened water and a light that shines from its depth. Afraid of swimming the boy was. Hopelessly he walked its coast searching for a bridge that might ease up his path? toward his dying light. A while after; the boy knew; there is no other way around, for he has got to face what lays just ahead… and crossing the  water that beheld his fate was his only way.

   Step by step he got in, filled with doubt at first he seemed. Wishing for the best he struggled to put his legs through the muddy sands. Slowly he carried on and as the water began to cover his head, he kept his eyes open for he wants not to be covered with darkness ever again… He looked down toward the light that brightened the lake’s depth and by it he was glamourized, captivated by the dances of its straps, the boy was once more in love. He glimpsed as well the trail of fairies that seemed to dance in a joyful way. Charmed by the picture that it drew before his eyes the boy dove even more for he wants to tame the light that has risen from beneath the waters darkened from above, to capture its everlasting essence and to be forever ravished. Captured by the overwhelming beauty, the boy began to forget what he first come to achieve. And bit by bit he began to fadE, at that instant he came to know shortage...

A shortage of heart, ending up with a heart soaked with bitterness and endless regret instead…          A regret that was raised from the laughter of one’s tears.

   A shortage of soul, ending up with mere fragments of a soul that has rotten under the name of the so-called entourage instead… The entourage that staged his tragedy and plotted his eventual death.

A shortage of sight, ending up instead with the eyes of a blind man surrounded by the glares of a thousand hovering owl. 

   A shortage of a sane thinking mind… ended up instead being looped within his empty misguiding thoughts not being able to differentiate between what truly matters from what is leading him astray.

    The boy dove even more. For  he has lost control over the senses that lead his way once before therefor consumed by the light the boy almost was. A light that he sought as a refuge to chase away his darkness and shelter away the rain that poured onto his heart. a light that is bit by bit draining away everything that he once was, shaping him instead into what he feared most. Afraid of being shaped and trapped within the darkness of his entourage, to be a soul that is cursed to follow a light stream chasing pieces of a broken reality. A Soul bound by the ground that he was dammed to wander not being able to fly or even rise above  what is eating him alive… A light that ended  up darkening everything around him instead.

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   His consciousness was slowly fading, he wanted to fight but couldn’t. He wanted to swim back and surface up but his limbs weren’t his anymore. As he was certain of his inevitable fate his wish was to see the face of a she one last time. He gathered what is left of his strength and closed his eyes whilst diving into the memories they once shared. As he closed his eyes shut her image began to slowly gather up within his head. A shy vivid smile she always drew on her face, black lazed-eyes that she used to gaze with into every face that the boy wore. Cheeks tainted with strawberry like color, pumped up and ready to be gathered. And a short hair curled down to its end. And at peace the boy was, for he got what he asked...

  As he thought his time has come and to forever follow the stream that light drew, he began to feel what was stolen and once shortened. At that instant he knew that closing his eyes was the key to break away the curse that light has cast upon his fate, tearing up the boy smiled for a memory of a she has once again saved his life. At that moment the boy saw what really laid and lightens up the lake’s depth.  It was only a mere illusion meant to give one’s eyes craved the most, an illusion that was meant to forever chain his fate and pave his path to the land of shaped souls. He also came to realize that the dancing fairies were only a mere lost souls with their eyes  carved-out, with ears and mouth closed shut, cursed to  wander the bottom chasing what they craved and sought most…

   Relieved the boy swam to surface up and to regain the path he wants to follow … At once the boy continued to cross what is left of the lake … as he reached the other side he rushed to the shaped light window and jumped through … 

“And I jumped through that window and there I found myself facing you… and here I am standing by your remains with your fate sealed shut within my hands “, the boy said to the remains. 

“Now is my time to ask a question… why did you take her away from me? …”, the boy asked.

”Because she was the key for me to take whatever was left of y... “, The remains stopped with the hands of the boy strangling his existence.

 Cooled up the boy let down the remains life for he wants to know what was left of story…