It is dusk, falling night slowly in a deep dark forest as there is no creatures to be seen. There is pin drop silence making the forest so much horrible. But a man of strong heart and fearless character can take a good nap easily here, haunting animals in this forest and burning them establishing a tent here.
There is a sound coming from a distance like waves shattering big stones in seconds. Its origin is hardly to be found where it originated. It is a river highly possible hearing the sound. The current seizes it without mercy, carrying it like a waterfall in full fury before hurling it over the precipice and into the abyss. Below lay a gorge of terrifying depth, a wound in the world where light barely dares to enter. Whoever falls into the waterfall, full of darkness, perfect living place for bats, will not find a ground to land upon – only an endless descent into silence.
Bird like creatures are making circle in a distant place from the river – not a river actually, a death spot for anyone. They are not actually birds or they can be. They are hardly seen fully from the ground actually. Whatever it is not a matter of headache how they look like, the matter is why they are circling; why they are making noise, does something lay there that is bringing their attention to that place. What could be that thing which is forcing more than one hundred creatures flying above the head. Maybe something extraordinary is laying there.
Suddenly a creature among the flock swiftly flies to that thing lying over the ground. But the creature seems to be very frightened at the sight. He fears to tread to the thing. Seeing it frightened, anyone is dared to come to that thing. Suddenly a liquid is slowly flowing from that thing, it flows away all on a sudden. Afterwards an another creature, from the herd of creatures, land on the surface of that thing.
The surface is soft made of flesh and liquid. But there is scratch everywhere in that thing. They start to bite with their sharp beak on the body trying to eat some flesh from them. Every time they try to eat, in the next second, the surface becomes filled up from the taken part. It is something like regenerating every second non-stop. That is really hilarious. After a while that thing comes to life with a sudden reaction breathing heavily like he gets oxygen supply after a long wait.
But there is no creature at all, only that thing lying. A bag is lying beside that thing. That thing is not a creature like giant, vampire, werewolf or anything else. That thing is a man, a man made of full flesh and blood.
This man seems like between seventeen to twenty three age, a slim, strong and stout body. His muscle is enough big to hide the half of his face. His chest is not so wide not so narrow, perfect structure matching the golden ratio. Yet his face is not matching with his body structure like it doesn't fit with this body. It is a very soft face having a huge scratch from forehead to chick. The fact that is very confusing that the wound is being healed automatically but slowly. There is blood flowing under his head softening the ground enough to create the ground into muddy place. However, that man was lying there like a dead body, like he is bound to death few hours ago but somehow he survived. Did he actually survive or wasn't he killed properly?
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He is groaning with pain all over the body even he can't try to sit from lying down. He is trying with every force remaining in his body to push his body but couldn't.
"Why am I suffering from pain all over the body? Did I fall from the chair last night? Why is there so much darkness and sound covering the place?"
This man is none other than Alex who thought he was sleeping last night very well. But something terrible happened with him that he never couldn't imagine.
He is looking around to figure out what's going on with him now. But at least he has to see in light but that can't be happened.
He shakes his head with a blow and taps his forehead few times to properly see the outside. After trying for several times, he successfully manages his eyes to fix at a spot and he becomes stunned what he actually is seeing now.
As he is trying to move his head to the left, a pounding of suffering has struck his head, as though an unseen hammer fell again and again upon his skull. The pain has rung through him in heavy pulses, each beat scattering his thoughts into fragments. Alex has unconsciously clutched his temple, knees weakening beneath him, the world tilting as if the ground itself grew uncertain.
Yet, just as violently as it has come, the agony begins to soften. The sharpness has dulled into a warm, spreading sensation — not comfort, but a strange, quiet mending. It feels as if invisible hands were stitching something within him, sealing cracks he could not see. The throbbing is healing little by little, leaving behind a faint echo of hilarious ache and a curious lightness in his mind, as if a wound deep inside has begun, at last, to heal slowly.
He slides his body to the tree to stand along the tree with the help of it. Lastly, managing the control of his body, he finds his body stable to stand. His hand moves to the back of his head, fingers searching through his hair to find the wound that is causing pain and headache all the time. He finds a shallow hole filling up each second passing and the pain is being relieved. He moves his eyes everywhere to understand where he is now or all these are nightmares.
He finds this place a forest. He hears a voice – not a voice, sound of wave flowing in the waterfall. He follows the path of the source of coming sound, he then reaches the waterfall. His eyes go down to the part of his own body. All the time he carries the bag holding in the left hand, having no sense of it. He finds that his hand is also wounded brutally. But the pain coming from head was so severe that he couldn't manage to sense all the pain coming from hand.
He goes to the bank of the waterfall. He presses his palate together and swallows the water, without thinking the consequences of drinking, in one gulp. His tongue gets drenched after a long bit of time waiting. He drinks water more than three times. But suddenly he understands that this is not the hand of his own hand. This hand is much wider than his totally.
He folds the dress to look at the hand and gets astonished what he sees at. He finds that this hand is totally different from his. He can't understand what's going on with him. He is in a trance but can't get out of. At this moment he feels like this is not a dream or a nightmare at all.
He suddenly looks up at the sky but the scene really has blown his mind and he steps back three feet. He sees a RED MOON shining in the sky.
"What the hell is going on with me? The website! The voice! The hand! The pain! The RED MOON!"
Suddenly he feels he is not in the earth anymore. He is in a different place, in a different planet. Even he feels like he is not in modern era lest he might be in some kind of mediterain era in a different planet. He feels like this planet doesn't belong to our galaxy or our known universe. This is a completely a different planet from different universe.