Friday, 17 August 2012
09:28:56 PM (GMT)
You suddenly awaken in an unfamiliar world, a shudder running down your spine as
fear has implemented itself into you. A voice is screaming in your mind to try to
find a way back home, but you don’t listen. The world is bright and almost surreal,
the beauty of it all tempting you to stay here forever. You get up on your feet, your
eyes trying to take in all of it.
“It’s wonderful, isn’t it?”
You are startled by a sudden voice, deep and rumbling in your ears yet it lures you
towards the source. You turn to see the man right before you, giving you a friendly
smile while his head is tilted.
You could’ve sworn you’ve seen him before.
“You’re—-” Suddenly, you find yourselves in the middle of a field of roses,
swaying in the faint breeze while the sea of purple sways along with you.
“I do not believe I have spoken to you before,” he murmurs, offering his hand.
“I go by the name Hongbin. And you must be…?”
No answer comes out.
“You will not give me your name nor give a hand? Pity.” He lowers his hand with a
frown, looking out into the distance.
“What are you?” the words sputter out of you without you even realizing until
after a moment.
He pauses for a while, his back turned from you. “… …I am like you, of
You can’t help but feel doubt. There is… something about Hongbin that made you
feel like you should run away.
“You cannot run away from me.”
How did he know…?
“In this world, I control everything. I know everything. I create everything. But
that is all you must know about me, thank you,” he plucks a rose from its place,
stroking the petals before handing it over to you. Observing it closer, it was too
beautiful to be real. “I do not have much time to have such… company like you, so
you must be off, yes?”
You jerk up from your bed in the middle of the night, gripping onto the sheets so
tightly your knuckles turned white. Disturbed from your relaxed slumber, you lie back
down but your eyes are kept open, staring up at the ceiling. You feel something in
your hand, lifting it to look at it while you gasp at the object.
A purple rose.
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