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A FLICKERING LIGHT, A WITHERING BLIGHT
So many questions Ming could’ve asked at that very moment. What was our purpose to a broken god, desperately trying to satiate beings so far beyond, and yet are still bound by mania manifest? Where did said beings come from, that they are so ignorant to their miseries? And yet, all he could ask was why the only man that understood him was akin to a broken lightbulb, flashing in and out of existence.
Silence. He could only stand there, his hat tipped low, as he stared at the effervescent floor he had known for his fleeting existence. Eventually, he found the will to look into Ming’s unfocused and uncertain eyes, and spoke.
“I tread the ever so thin line between this false reality and nonexistence. Each moment is finite, each breath a blessing, and each second of life a gift. When I do flicker, I am ripped from this world, thrown into the farthest depths of the endless void, then dragged back by this infinite bind that has enchained me from the moment I was created. For what reason, you ask? Well, it’s obvious. The very same reason that life was gifted to you.”
Ming attempted to clench his hands, but couldn’t. Such is due to his body, that of which had no fingers, or many opposable joints. Such is the will of god. Yet he couldn’t care less in that moment.
“Answer me clearly, Disappearing Guy.” He said through what could be clenched teeth, but was rather smooth wood. “You don’t have much time. We both know that.” Ming stepped closer to him, and put his smooth hand on his laminated face. What he felt physically was cold, basic, and rudimentary, but what he truly felt was the warm touch of a lover’s cheek, clasped within his hand, desperate to not let go.
No feeling was in his hand anymore.
And none stood in front of him.
But in the end, it was inevitable.
Quietly lamenting, he whispers.
And quietly steps away, without purpose.
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