Adam opened his eyes.
White flowers stretched endlessly beneath him, their petals spotless, untouched. Above, a vast beam of light hung in the sky—like the sun, yet wrong. It gave no warmth, no heat, no comfort. Only illumination. A pale wind drifted through the garden, gentle and meaningless.
I was naked.
Confused.
A thought slipped into my mind like poison.
Am I… in Heaven?
No.It had to be Jester's doing. It had to be.
The monster killed me. I felt it. I remember his hands inside my chest—my heart torn out, chewed, swallowed. Jester's illusions were cruel like that. Perfectly real. Indistinguishable from reality.
But there was always a flaw.
A loop.
Every illusion had layers, and if I killed myself, it ended.
I tried once.
Jester made me pay dearly for that mistake.
So I never tried again.
Yet this place felt different.
I felt nothing.
No hatred.No regret.No fear.
Only confusion.
Was this Heaven?And if it was… what was Heaven supposed to feel like?
I stood and wandered.
White roses.White trees.White fruit—apples, all of them pale as bone.
My eyes didn't burn.My skin didn't ache.
I walked and walked.
No one.
I screamed, my voice cracking.
"Is anyone here?"
No answer.
I felt no hunger.No thirst.No exhaustion.
I existed like a ray of light—present, yet unnecessary. Forgotten.
Time didn't move here. The horizon never shifted. The light never changed. The world was indifferent to me.
Was this Heaven… or was it Hell?
What was the point of self-awareness if I couldn't feel?
Maybe this was mercy. I hadn't felt anything good in a long time.
But wasn't that exactly why I should have kept living?
I wanted to love.To be loved.
Once, I had a family.A future.A girlfriend.
I walked like a widow mourning something I couldn't bury. No signs. No direction. Just endless white.
Then the thought returned—the one that wouldn't leave me.
Why did the monster cry while killing me and my father?
Why did he know our names?
And why… did he look like my father's first wife?
My mind spiraled.
I wanted someone to exist. Anyone. Just to stop the noise.
Maybe God felt this way too.So lonely that He created angels, humans, and monsters—just to silence His thoughts.
Then I saw it.
A tree.
Not white.
Normal.
Like the ones from the mortal world.
Something inside me reacted.
My senses returned. My chest tightened. I ran toward it with hunger I didn't understand.
A red apple hung from its branch.
Waiting.
I ate it.
Agony returned instantly.
Memories flooded me—torture, screams, my family, and the monster crying while devouring my flesh.
I collapsed, vomiting air.
Nothing came out.
Blood spilled from my head onto the roses, staining them crimson.
"Stop it!" I screamed.
The memories didn't care.
I saw him again.
The monster… as human.
Living with us.
My father beating him brutally.
The boy standing silently—no tears. As if pain was routine.
I saw myself smirking.My mother turning away.
We disowned him. Humiliated him.
And the pain stopped.
I collapsed onto the roses.
They bloomed red.
That's when I understood.
We didn't create a monster.
We were the monsters .
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Footsteps echoed.
Someone hummed softly—an elegant melody.
A figure stood over me.
Piercing blue eyes.Golden hair.A posture that demanded reverence.
White wings.
An angel.
"You really can't change," he said calmly."Can you, Adam?"