Post by account_disabled on Dec 25, 2023 4:02:05 GMT
I was transported by an unknown force that moved my steps that night. I don't remember how and why I woke up from my bed and my sleep, I don't remember when I got dressed and when I left the house, in the cold and darkness. I don't remember why I walked along the narrow road that led to the cemetery nor why I wandered like a restless shadow among the silent gravestones that rose up into the dark sky like teeth emerging from an unburied corpse. But I was there. Alone.
I was in the cemetery, I was in the silence of that winter night looking for something I didn't know about, driven by that force that had taken me and was maneuvering me like a puppet. And so I Special Data searched, I'm not sure what, I searched among the tombstones like a nameless thief hunting for his loot. Around me there was only the thick darkness of the new moon, there was the quiet of that place of death, there were thousands of stars winking in the distance without giving me warmth. And finally I stopped. I stopped in front of a gravestone, recently placed on the disturbed earth, the flowers not yet withered left as a final gift.
I didn't recognize that tombstone, nor those flowers, nor the funeral, nothing, until I read the name, that well-known name, that name engraved on the cold stone and then I fled, I fled away from that cemetery, away into the night and the fog that enveloped me , because I couldn't accept that sudden death, that life so prematurely cut short, that young body now buried... I fled into the night, hunted by the madness that crept into my mind, that undermined my thoughts, but I couldn't escape from that name, from that terrible revelation which now destroyed all my hopes, my entire future! Because what I read, in that cold darkness, on that ignoble stone, was my name.
I was in the cemetery, I was in the silence of that winter night looking for something I didn't know about, driven by that force that had taken me and was maneuvering me like a puppet. And so I Special Data searched, I'm not sure what, I searched among the tombstones like a nameless thief hunting for his loot. Around me there was only the thick darkness of the new moon, there was the quiet of that place of death, there were thousands of stars winking in the distance without giving me warmth. And finally I stopped. I stopped in front of a gravestone, recently placed on the disturbed earth, the flowers not yet withered left as a final gift.
I didn't recognize that tombstone, nor those flowers, nor the funeral, nothing, until I read the name, that well-known name, that name engraved on the cold stone and then I fled, I fled away from that cemetery, away into the night and the fog that enveloped me , because I couldn't accept that sudden death, that life so prematurely cut short, that young body now buried... I fled into the night, hunted by the madness that crept into my mind, that undermined my thoughts, but I couldn't escape from that name, from that terrible revelation which now destroyed all my hopes, my entire future! Because what I read, in that cold darkness, on that ignoble stone, was my name.