Stranger

Fuck.................Fuck....................FUCK..!!!!

Ok, ok, ok, calm down I already knew that everything is already suspicious but this, this is on another level.

I begin to sit in a lotus position and close my eyes, I look in my mental space and see an enormous door, something so divine looking that you would think its the door to heaven or something, the only question is

Why? Why here out of all places?

I calm myself down and begin to think, if I continue to practice this cultivation technique or if I should give up;

If I continue its possible that something will happen to me that will affect me negatively or will even change me completely..............

After an hour of thinking I decide it was better to give it up rather than endanger myself for nothing.

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As I continue walking through the streets I continue seeing the woman appear and disappear more often and sometimes she even glances at me, I long notice that this woman is not in my "reality" but even possibly in my head.

Since I've given up cultivating using that technique the door seemed to get older faster and faster until it will possibly decay and disappear however this woman appears even more often than ever.

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I woke up this morning to find that I have scratch marks all over my body, bloody scars and when I looked in the mirror, on my back it was written "death" with scratches.

I washed and noticed that the scratches arent healing but as more time passes they are bleeding even more heavily and I'm already feeling my body becoming weaker,

Since my options are limited I sat down and closed my eyes, I looked in my mental space and there she was, meditating with her back facing the door, with eyes closed and head dropped forward, with her raven hair covering her face I could only feel pressure from this figure.

I keep looking and studying her, trying to identify this woman however it's all in vain, I have never seen her before nor has my planet ever sustained something so mighty, at least as far as I know that is.

After 5 minutes she slowly opens her eyes and points them towards me, the blood-red iris and the milky white pupils are calmly staring at me, evaluating my being as a god looks at their creation.

She opened her pale lips and spoke

She spoke slowly and calmly like talking about what meal she should have today, speaking about my early death like something perfectly normal and in order with nature.

I, however, kept silent and kept looking into her eyes, not feeling the least amount of fear, sure I was mad because my life was being drained however I can't have myself controlled by those emotions.

So that was it, it looks like she's only a soul or even the remnant of one, a being, a powerless god that was reduced to just a thought, who is the one capable of doing such a thing? I ask myself but the answer was not that important to me as I couldn't care less about this whole thing if I die then so be it however my situation is not so dire yet.

I open my mouth for the first time to give my answer to this woman--