@hellchains
Soft ‘shh’s are heard as the grass beneath him would hush him every step, but he would not be halted in the venture he’d set out for, the very goal he’d established in helping another. Forest bleak, light cast only through the crevices in the dome of leaves that tower over him, he walks in a nervous silence, searching only a place of peaceful quietude, a place of calming reassurance -- when he found it, that would be the place in which he plans another’s gift.
Though, it is through this quiet that he spots a building, large, almost menacing, & soon, he was not the only one that the grass had begun to silence. He could hear it too, heart rate pulsing with violent measures. ( To think you were fearful before, boy, just wait, wait, wait, for even now you do not know the extent of your capabilities. ) Silence, silence, he stands still in paranoia & nothing is heard. Nothing is heard until,
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SILENCE, there is still great SILENCE, but this time he bears no choice. He is lifted of the burdens of consciousness & cast into unwarranted ‘rest.’
It is not until lids, so painfully lift from one another & sight only knows the foreign ceiling that stands above him. A silent room. An empty room. Where was he, & who had taken him there...?
