DarkAngel_

In the midst of the void, the place where everything and nothing coexist, he sleeps. Like shining spheres, entire multiverses glow around him, all nothing more than grains of sand in the presence of the one who observes everything. After a creaking sound reaches his mind, his eyes, which have been closed from the beginning, open. Before you, the script means nothing, for regardless of what the one who writes the story desires, destruction is all he craves.



Five weekly chapters: Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and two on Sunday.

For a while, I posted only one chapter a week because I ran into a small issue with the 'language'/'naming' of some creatures in the recent chapters. I wasn’t sure which language to use for their names—and I even considered creating a simple one specifically for that purpose. I gave it a try, but I didn’t like the outcome and eventually gave up.

Well, I hope you enjoy what you're about to read.

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Echoes of Hollow

Creaks echoed in a room illuminated by its white ceiling and walls. Its furniture, as new as it was radiant, was divided into two colors—browns and blacks—that also seemed to emit a certain amount of light, substituting for the brightness of the wall surfaces they covered. 


At the center of the room, facing the large bed situated beneath a window adorned with roses and vines, was the source of all the noise: Hilary, who, with a piece of chalk in hand, was drawing on the wall. 


"Alright!" she said as she finished her drawing. "What would you do in this situation?" 


"...If a stick-figure man were to fall, while the other one just watches...?" asked Hye, straining to understand the drawing before him. Hilary tried to explain, but the image on the wall turned out to be nothing more than a cluster of scribbles drawn closely together. 


"Argh...! No! Look—!" The sound of her hand slamming against the wall made the scribbles vanish entirely. "Ah, no! Damn…!" 


Chapter 105