The fall of a body, the descent of a soul. With no one to remember or what it did in its life. Like trash tossed carelessly aside this soul was left about to float through the air of this pretentious and heartless world.
But not long after, this soul that wondered through the world with nowhere to go and nothing to direct or influence its motion.
Well, all until. The lost soul suddenly moved straight. Through a path it knew yet couldn't be seen by even itself. The soul although facing this challenge pressed on with its movements to what felt like a direction it had to take. Why? Why would it just follow its own instinct instead of a clear path? Well, it was simply because although this soul was lost and free. It was tired for though it had just passed on in the morning by the blissful afternoon it was tired. Of wondering, listening and klnot knowing what once felt like... life.
A life it couldn't recover a life it couldn't ever dream of having of having once more.
So, it let this strange feeling guide it. Not because of truly being tired of its freedom and non-existent sense of direction. But because it didn't feel alone anymore. Not like before. When it had forgotten who it was when it just like the people it heard laugh, talk, sing and many other things. And because... those sounds he always heard at one moment they were alone just like and jn the next a group of other voices joined in. And this made it feel many things. Things that those same people felt. But this lost soul just couldn't know what they were. Why? Well, its because in this earth... once one dies without a memory- they are simply forgotten by existence itself. And so, they deserve no place to pass onto after death.
And this lost soul, felt this. And the weight of this. And so, after a while of following this direction its impulsive instincts lead it to follow, it saw something. It could see? Yes. And what it saw deeply deeply confused. What lain infront it was something akin to what the human child called a hoola hoop. Or at least that's the shape it took. It pulsed a mix of crimson and red hues that danced about all around this strange looking object. The lost soul, found this thing strange and yet slowly by slowly it drew itself in closer and closer. With its caution spiking through the roof and yet this feeling, the same one that lead it hear. The same one it followed desperately and freely so. So, why? Why now if all times did this feeling, this- cautiousness. Why now did it feel ut. And yet ut didn't know what this feeling was, what it meant but it knew that its purpose was to warn itself. That whatever happened if it drew itself closer to that bizzare looking phenomenon would cause some really really big problems for it. But then again, how much would it cost the lost soul? It didn't know. So, it stopped drawing closer. And as if in response the energy that pulsed from this weird circular looking object dropped suddenly. And once again, so did this feeling that it had. The one that lead it here. The one made it feel like it had someone. The one that made it feel less alone than before. It was fading. And so, the lost soul got scared and without a moment's hesitation. It flew in there. The place where this feeling that made it feel like it had someone or something with was going to. And leaving it behind. And so with the fear if being alone again it anxiously and unconsciously followed it.
And when it through, it found itself moving. Fast. Without pause. Without direction. Once again. So it felt like ut had left the feeling back in the real world. So it tried to turn back and go fond it again. But it couldn't.
For in the place that it travelled was a complete darkness that didn't allow to see. Only to feel what came ahead. And the soul. Tired of everything that happened so far. Depressed that ut lost what made feel... lively had gone. Let this darkness do so. But... not long after... a light pierced through this darkness that didn't let see. And long after the light got brighter and brighter and brighter until.
The darkness came back suddenly. And so the lost soul got scared once again and opened it eyes. It had eyes? Yes, well at least now it did. And what shocked it even more was. What lain before it. And what was that? It people and they were making sounds like before. But this time. It heard different noises. They weren't like happy and many sounds from before.
They were quarrels. Shouts. Conflicts. The thunderous clattering of metals. The horrifying spills and bursts of blood from the... men. The men who were at...
'War?'