"I should introduce myself. Weylin Wylos. A corpse that fell not too long before you. At least in my perspective?"

This lady seems a bit more calm. The atmosphere she exudes at any given time is palpable. Even this current peace she exudes is heavy.

"Hana. Not too much to tell about myself. So we're introduced. Now what?"

She looks at me unwaveringly. Hmm.... If there was something to work towards I would come up with some suggestions.

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In the span of a few bodies falling I go back to the last subject in my head. Stories. I don't think I'm comfortable with sharing my past here. So.

"Well you get to go on about your folk tale so let me have a go. See if you know this one."

I nod as she begins...

"Ahem, Children should never speak to adults. A mind that is fully developed is nothing but pitiful. Useless worries and anxieties are a pox to innocence. Fun! Laughter! It all slowly fades in value as you age and become aware."

This story is from a different perspective? She's acting?

"Worry all you want. Work your life away. I'll never conform to the masses. Never..... How do I live then?

Heh~! Let me elaborate!

I look at the stars while I sleep. The sky is full of ebs and flows of dreams.

Beautiful sparkling jewels of unfathomable fortune.

Living in my most precious cloth, I wake up to the world as the birds start chirping. Nature's precious and ignoring it is a waste for the soul.

Receiving splendid meals from angels and absorbing the sun in my free time. Playing with other children. Singing away evil.

The damned adults! They come in and tell us we can't live there. We children belong to humanity!

Well.

This is all a delusion in reality friends. A Diseased vagrant who didn't belong. Along with you my friend. I shall see you in the Pit.

Hahahhahhahahha! Hahaha. Ha----."

She flopped down at the end.

*clap clap clap

*thunk

She did a hard swap of emotion. From an appeal of sharing kindness to a lamentable madman.

"Heh! Did you happen to catch on in the middle? First time I heard the story it was so quick and abrupt i couldn't catch it. The speaker was a homeless 'child'. Hilarious!"

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Delusion. A weak mental defense. Pack enough of it together and it can be strong though.

I can see that Hana has a knack for acting. Something very important to note. Well maybe not so much in this world.....

"Where did you hear that story? Seems like a tiny play in a way."

"The homeless of my city like stories that break expectations by building them really quickly and then shattering them. Of course re-hearing the story gives it a different atmosphere too."

"Interesting source.... Well lets go along with that."

"Turns? Why not."

I have a story in mind. Something that nobles spread among themselves.

"The moon was particularly white on a cold night. A paleness never before observed. Unreal. Ethereal and Evil. For a witch was born from Sin.

A Sin that cursed the whole Night. The dead rose for a dance as the cold ate the life of mortals. Even as day came, a lingering chill was left on the world. Every year the moon would again, pale and freeze.

As growth made a child of Sin into an adult. Calamity would await. Priests and Kings would have nightmares of a smiling moon. A pale faced toothy grin that would awaken them in shivers.

The world called for a death. This Sin could not be allowed to persist. Fire. It had to be fire that humanity needed. The religious and fearful flocked to the flame.

Every town would constantly burn a pyre. Expanding it during the winter, letting it simmer during summer. Yet still. One day a year a chill would envelop the world.

Death of everything.

Could not be permitted.

An inquisition of flame took the desolate world in search.

To end the cold.

Then it was found. A young woman of pure white. As if all colors were removed. Not one being could approach this witch. Frost ate them all. Fire can never beat the inevitable. The whole world would burn, for it to be frozen in the end.

Why did this happen? What god or devil had desecrated humanity with this hell?

Would this witch ever let up?

One man. Having lost his daughter to the cold lost his sanity. Rage. On the night of the white moon.

Carrying no cold protection or fire. He was able to approach the witch. He asked her.

'Why did you do this to the world? What have we done to offend you? My daughter... Why!?!?"

'I'm just so cold... So cold...'

A nothingness.

Out of a pure rage. A true rage. He tackled the Witch of Frost.

And they fell into the Pit.

Where they both belong."

....

"Your stories have no bit of humor to them. I need something a bit more uplifting."

"Well I don't have any good stories related to this place. Still it's something with a bit of history. White Moons did exist. Historical records of this say they happened every year for about two decades. I would like to search for this Witch of Frost but, that seems a bit difficult."

A huge quantity of corpses lie here. I can't even begin to estimate. Presumably even more lie outside of vision.....

"So why don't we explore a bit. Not like eternity is running out or anything. We could even make it a hobby."

She stands up and steps on the faces of the dead. The things that are obscured will remain that way. The darkness is thickens quickly just slight distances away...

Unless by feeling, I don't see how we are supposed to progress into that fog.

She dangles her hand in front of my face limply.

"Since you're so hesitant, I'll lead. Mr Wylos."

"We are just going to walk into the dark then?"

"Well, there's no other way about it. Watching corpses fall for forever? Nope. 'We're leaving.'"

She says that last bit oddly.

"Lead the way partner."

She smiles and drags me with her.

I'm a little unsure of this Hana. Yet descending into his pit of darkness with her feels more right than serving ever did. No room for the fakeness of reality. Lineage. Bloodlines.

It makes me wish that I was just born into his hell to begin with. Still, I wish my lady a happy life. With me out of the equation.... It's just right.

Let's fall further into this pit.