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The process is the same.
There will be a door and I will pass through it, sometimes with hesitation, sometimes with fear, but everytime I am resolute.
Once I pass through, a world without meaning welcomes me, beckons me to explore, pulls me in, it's grasp of me growing tighter step by step.
And I will fall, I will die, my fragile mind fracturing further.
Tall sandstone stairways leading to nowhere, doors opening to traps and shadows reaching out to pull me deeper inside.
I will open my eyes and repeat the process.
Forever, until I find the Exit.
DEATH COUNT: 25
I awake, screaming my lungs out till only the distant echo remains. Blood fills my lungs, so I throw up, lying on the floor, retching. The liquid covers the sandstone floors, another layer of red to overlay the prior.
The holes stakes had just seconds before teared into my body gone, as if I had never died.
I raise my head, desperatly searching for my only solace, but thankfuly finding it quickly. A person sitting on the sandstone with a tangled mane of white, head lowered to meet the floor.
"Dont make such a ruckus." the words are biting, but the man known as Bakura is the only one I have left.
He does not look up.
"Do you think I want to die?" I try to yell at him, but there is no air left in my lungs. I crawl towards him, attempting to catch my breath.
"You-You aren't-even-doing anything!" I pull myself to my feet and storm to his side. "You sit here, rotting like a corpse!"
He does not respond.
I stare at him, at the hair overgrown enough to act as a blanket, at the dirty clothes covered in filth.
My hair is also long, is it not? Reaching my kneecaps. Flat, dirty, crusted together with blood.
For a few moments after, I sit down besides him, pulling my knees up to my face. The little rest I can gain will be enough. Then, I can repeat-
"Why do you continue?"
.....
"I need to find the exit."
He does not speak and will never again.
I arise, focusing on the doorway in the distance. With a piece of broken sandstone I carve another line into the floor.
26 already?
Well, it matters not. I will continue searching.
With the line drawn, I aproach the door, curling my hand around the heavy iron handle.
Take a deep breath. This time will be it.
I saw you at the end of a corridor.
You smiled, encouraging me to go on.
Why did you run from me?
I am still the same.
The endless maze you created lies in ruin, trails shattering before ever being walked upon.
But the Exit is just within my grasps.
The air smells of rust, still I must go on.
DEATH COUNT: 281
There is no light, just the feeble torches flickering. How I long to see the sun again, but this endless hell offers no comfort.
The man cloaked in white breathes, shallow and flat. Blood covers my hands, like gloves.
It has fused with my skin.
There are carvings on the floor. I pick up the stone and add another, the purpose I no longer remember.
The man coughs. I startle. I dislike loud noises, I hate loud noises, I hate them so much-
Where are you? I know that I am searching for you.
But who is you? Who is the sun?
Why must I suffer?
Where are you?
Where-
My knees give out and scarpe open on the red floor. The door laughs at me, blood trickling down the handle.
I drag myself towards it, my elbows ripped open by the flesh.
I need to open the door.
I need to open the door-
I need to-
The sun was beautiful.
Held me close by the hand.
You taunt me.
Do you enjoy-
Who am I?
The special place holds salvation.
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̵͖͈̆Ç̷̯̖̣͔̫̈́̕̚͝͝O̵̢̢͈͕͇͌̈́̈́͑Ư̸̭͓̼̱͑ͅN̸̜͔͒̎̿̌̾͜T̵̞̰̜͝:1̸̨̻͈̙̘͒̆͝0̶̡̢̨̨͔̦̟̳̗̹̖̜̘̣̭̹̰̟͇̟̳̜̣͓̻̬͚͍̭͎̭̲̭̫̜̩̙͊̀̓̀͜0̴̨̛̝͔͎̥͎̮̼̯͙̯͓̞̫̗̩̤͇̯̺̯̻͔̖̱̱̏́̂͛̀̎͑͂͊͑͌͛̈́̍͒̉̌̓͗̓̔̈́̍̾̓͑͐̏̏͋̚̕͝ͅ0̵̛̲͛̽͆͗͑̀̊̂̐̑̀́̓̑̌̀̚0̵̧̢̡̲̲̗͎͙̫̼̻͕̱̤͔̼̭͈͓͉̱͉̰͓̠̳͙̬̟̻̻̳͇͔̼̘̦̩̜̣͉͆̾́́̿̈̑̿̈́̓̽͗͒̋͂̌͛̌̂̍͛̑̀͂̆̉͑̏́̃̏̈́̋̃̋͋͗̍̀̀͋̉̚͘͜͝͠͝0̴̭̟͛̊̌̀̓̈̈́͛̓̂͛̆̒̿̌̊͐̑̄̎̊̄̋̀́̓̄͒̾͌̈́̚̚͘-̷̢̨̧̡̛͉̜̯̫͍̗͕̣̦̻͉͉̳̻͉͚̮̞̼͙̓̅̾̀̔́͐́͆̈́̒̀̾͂͌̋͑̅͌̅͘̕͠͝,̸̡̨͙͚͚͕̬̺̼̲͍̭̝͎̪̟͙̫̙̥̜̭̳̗͎͍͖͎̤̝̤̰͇̼̺̲̺͎̟̘͉̹̺̺͌̉̂͌̍́̓̚͝.̸̢̜̮͍͇̹̝̖͎̫̼̙̘͙̺̏̈́̂͑̑͆̎͑̎̍͑͜ͅ0̴̫͌̑̀̄́̊̋̏̍̂͆͘̚͘͝ͅ0̶̛͍̺͍̮͚̳̟͔̟̍͒́̓̅͗͐́̒̑̎̀͠͝0̵̧̢̡̨̧̨̧̛̖̜̯̳̦̳̞̝̱̹̩̯͉͇̟͙̯̘̮̖̗͍͚̼̩̠͙͖̙̠͖̟̝̟̦̋͗͊̿͛̔̓̆̽̐̓͂̍̈́̀͂̎̆͝͝ͅͅ-̷̤̣̜̖̭͇͇̟̲͙̼̦͖̍͂̀͆͂́̾͛̇̓̌͒̑̋̏̑̊̂̉͐̏͑̒̏̂̑͐̐̃̓̽͌̅̎̒̈́̊̇̂͂̕͘̕͘͜͠͝͝͝ͅͅ-̶̡̨̛̲̗̜̖͉̤̝͍͔̘̰̼̝͓͖̬̼̹̯̬̟͓͉͈̟̦̹͍͖̲̼̞͖̥̭͕̰̳͍͖̤͇͈͖̇̂̀̿͐̆́͌̀̿̽̒͗̃̀́̈̀̊͋͒̒͆̒͛̀̓̃̽͐̀̊̽͆̚̕͠͝͝͠͠ͅ.̴̡̨̬̲͈͕̺̠̂̂͛͋̊̀͂̉̒̎̿̓͊̎͊͆̀͒̅̈́͑̈́̂͋̎̒̎̈̇͘̚̚͜͝͠͠͠͝͝͝.̸̨̨̢̨̢͈̮̩̥̻͚̯̹̩̮͓̙̟͖̲̤̤͂͐͊͗̇̑̃́̾̔́̎̇̎͐̓́́̿̈̃́̈̾̐̿͌̃́̾̎̍̑̅̀̓̈́͐̂̈́͌̕̚͠͝͝͠͝ͅ.̵̧̧̬̮̬͕͙͉͖͚̯͇̮̠̝͔̯́̈̔̋̔̀̏̽͛͗̐̒͐̐̒̓̋̂͐̈́̕͝͝,̷̨̢̧̛̟̣̯̙̥̭̩̥̲̥͚̹̬͈̱̹͊̇̊̄̀̈́̆̄̑̄͒̇̆̀̍́͑̍͗̇̀̆͐̋̀̒̏͊͊̎́͋̽̄̍͊̈́̀͆̈́̈̄̕̚͠͝͠͠?̵̧̨̨̨̛͉̫͚̳̪͚̪̖̳̱̼̯̳̥̲̺͇̘̤̬̜̜̼͍̙̣͕̹̗̪̮̉̀̽͗̂̀̌̉̏̋̂̈́̅̌̓̃̎͐̈́͛͌̀̉͂͑́̄͜͠ͅ?̵͉͓̟̰̮̹͆̈́̉͌͛̒͒͗̈́̏̊͌͆͂͛̀̀͐͂̋̀̇͐̾̃͗̕̚͠͠?̸̧͙̻͔̣̭̥͖͖̞̩̲̝͉̥̈͛̄̏̉͑̒̇̿͒͊̓́͌͆͑̍͗͐͒̀̂͗̋͘͘͝?̶̧̢̢̨̨̛̛̘͍̟̲̯̺̜͔̳̹͖̣̤̥͉̌͂̇̑͑́̄͆̓̉̍̒̾͊̄̿̿̒̈́̊̓̓̓̄́̆̎̿͌̊̅͑͗́̎̄̋̆̊̄̓͗͐̐͋͝͝?̷̢̨̢̨̜͓̮̦͎̪̹̯͎̺͈̻̳̟̠̺͇̣̞̟͍̹̠͈̤͔̺̰̜̺͎͔͖̭̱̙̪̮̠͚̐̀́̓̽͂͊͋͆̈́͋̒͋̑̇̏̔̅̈́̇̌̀̋͝͠ͅ?̴̨̢̡̛̛̜̤̪͎̭̠͕͕͙̰̮͕̙̪̘̺͓̱̺͔͇̳̃̉̋̑͒̀̽͋̉͐̿̈́͛͗͌́̾͛̇̀͑̔͛̓̓̿͛͒̓̆̀́̚͘͝͝͝͝?̷̨̢̛̛͚̳̦͙̩͓̭̝̳̀̽̄̈́̉̑͒̈́̎̓͒̄͌͆̓͌̌͂̿̌̏͗̇͆̀̀͊̔̅̒́̂̑̕͘̚͠͠͝͠?̷̧̨̨̨̡̢̛̛̛̬̫̦̗̱̠͉̯̻͚̼͕̯̦̹̺̠̹̖͇̳̹͎͖̠͔̰̟̟̟̳̮͓̙͓͕͗͛̾̐̾̾͆̃̅̾̈́͗͋̈̍̒̓̅̓̌̎͒̍̾̽̑̈͂̀̀̽̃͛̉͋̒͘̕͜͜͝͠͠ͅ?̶̨̢̹͇̻̱͎̩̖͎̭̳͚̮͚̺̤̣̀̾̒̅̂̎̎̔̊̆̽̏̓̔̎̐̽̌̿̎̾̂͋̐̋̾̀́̐͌̈͌͂̀͌̃͊̿͛̚͘̕̚̚͘͝?̷̡̨̡̨̗̗̖̲̲̱͈̣̰̳̮̩͙͓͔̗̦͕́̀̈́̊̈́̏̀͐͑̒́̽̎̓̉͐̈̐͐͂̉̿̽̋͗̓̾̅̑̊̃̾̓̚͝ͅͅ?̶̣͎̟̺̰̞̿̇͗̈́̈́͐̐́́̀͊͘͝ͅ?̷̧̡̢̢̨̢̡̯̤̣̼̦̮͖̳̹͉̖̤̣͓͉̖͇̤̞͖͕̤̠̺̳̹͉̥̳̻̺͓͓̹̳̱̼͙̺̅͐̊̎͂̔̒̆͝͝͝?̸̧̛̛͙͙̲͓̼̏͂͋͂͌̊̑̅̈́͗͗̔͛͑̽́̎̕͝?̸̧̛͉͙̼̙̞̘̲̘̥̦͖̰̱̞̏̐̊̂̂̾̀̈́̐̾̍͑͂̅͆͂̂̐͌̒͒͑͐̋̈̿͑͗̈́̓̇͊̏̈́̅̎͛͛̌̂̚̚͜͜͝͝͝?̴̨̛̩̲͈̥̯̰̬̌̓̉͐̊̽̃̀̓̓̾̈́̿̎̈́͋͛͒́̊͌͌͘͝͠?̸̧̛͙͍̥̟͎̬̪͈̣̩͙̙̓͐̀͛͂̀̔̉̑̔̀̅͊̅̒̑̄̇̄͑̾̃̚͜͝?̶̢̢̢̧̛̳̠̼͙̟̹̰̘̱̯͔̝̲̦̱͔͈̲̺̺̩̗̮͔͔̟̱͙̰̭̗̼̝̠̟̥̳̈́̄̀͗̿̂̓̋̐͗̃̓̇̑̓͂̎͐́͊͛͑̏̿̆͌͂͌̈́̽́̔̽͒̉͌͊͘͘̕̕͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅͅ?̴̧̫͎͕͍̜̣̺̳̤̗͈̪͚̼̼̘͖̱̲̗̰͎̪͍͔̊̅̌͊́́̋̿̒̓̓́͘̕̚͜ͅ?̸̠̣͇̟͉̬̝͙̣̦̞̣̘͙͓̰̤̬͈̥̣̣͚̑̆͊̑͌́̈́͆͂͊̓̕͝?̸̡̨̧̨̨͕͖̪̼͍͈̙̫̗̗̬̳̝̟̘͉͈̼̭̰̰̘͇̦̭̪͙͕̗͈͓͉͚̲̫̫͉̖̫̣̞͆̏̍̐͌̾͐̈̾̍̆̐̀͛̍̏̈́̈̈́̓̑̌͐̈́̎̆͌̋̀͐̈́̂̈́̇̂͌́̏̒̒̚̕͜͠͠?̶̢̧̡̱͕̥̮̤̞̗̳͇̝̰̭̱͍̝͇̦̯̙̠̬͇̬͍̲̣͖̥̭̭̱̯͓̣͖̩̐̑̈́͛̓̓̿̉̔͋̓͑̅̑͊̈́͂̈́͋̊̿̆̄̓̏̎͆̈̋͋̑̀̾͜͝͝͝͝͝?̶̧̨̧̫̮͔͓̬̤̝͇͙̬̪̲͚̤̞̪̤̭̬̩̗̖͙̻̖͍̖̜̥͎̞̩̜̭̮̺̊͜͝?̸̧̨̙̞̠̤̮͇̞̻̈́́̔̇͐̅͊͐͗̾͗̆̌̽̿̀̈́̓̐̓͘.̸̡̰̝̞̩̲̺̱̥̞̻͚͇̟̪͈̩̰̟̭͎̪͙̪̜͇͓͙̊͗̓̀́́̋͆̿̏̓͒̿̍̽̈́̄̍͌̄̀͛̓̚͜͝͝͠,̶̡̢̧̡̛̛̪̫̘͖̠̲͙͉̜͇͇͉̩͖̰̳̗̩̲̲̞͓̯̤͈͖̝͓͕͙̰̯̝̝̖̟̩̥͉͇̟̺̏͋̅̄̉̇̈́͛̌̅͋̆̂̄͛͂̅̃̈́̇̐̀͑͌͐̒̏̂͘͜͜͜͠͠ͅ.̵̢̡̢̘̹̝̩̲̣̤͔̱̠̪͎̩̘̈́̑,̴̧̛̬̭̙̞̳͔̯̹̗̲͍̈́̆̀͒̓͋͛͛̋̀̀́̓̊̚͠͝͠ͅ.̵̧̡̭̼̲͕̹̗͉͖̭̖̣͕̬̬͍̱̩̼̳͓̲̭̟̭̞͖̼̰͎̣̔̍̀̇͂͋̂̾̑̽̈̂̂͐̈́̓̈̎͜-̶̧̧̢̛̛̳̱̫͚̰͍̦͓̮̱͉̺͓̘̱͙̯̣̜̳͈̪̪̥̞̺̜͈̤͚̻͉̺͚̣̘͍̤̫͈̥̹̌͂͆̔́̓͆͌̉́͋̅̂̄͑͑̉̇͆͑̉̑̓͆͋͌̇̉̉̀̀̐̔̀̐̎͒̈́̈́̿̚̚̕͜͝͠͠͝͝ͅ-̶̧̛̪̰͙̮̱̩̯̝̩͙͕̘͍̪̞̰͖͈̒͌̈́͑̅̈́̒̽͊̋̍̓̇̿̈̉͋̆̏̌̍̓̀̐̔̓̈́́̿̒̐̚̕̕͠͠͝͝-̵̧̢̢̡̧̡̛̪̲̞̯͓͈̖̣̪̙̠͉̙̩͍̦͚̥̗̻͕̞̠͇̲͍̘̙͕̣͉̜͖̅̽͊̂̌̎̉͒͊̒̑̆̽̓̇́̏͗̀̂̈͘̕͘̚͜͜͝͠͠ͅͅ-̴̡̛̩͓͎̘̳̠̼̖͔̫̖͔̯̤̯͔̼͉̪͎̗̩͇͈̍͑͗͛̔̋̊͑̅͆̽͂͗̏̋͌̉̅́͐̈́͋̈́͆̾̐͒̏͑̉̈́̕̕͘͠͝-̵̨̛̳̹̮͚̥̫̝̞̭̹̹̾͂̎̌̅̓͌̓͋͌͋̚̚-̶̨̡̢̖͈͓͕̮͕̗̥̼̫̣̠̭̮̪̪̞̙͖̖̩̰̳̜͇̞̥̩̮̥̱̻͎͍͕̘̗̟̘̦̳͈̭̱̝̮̅̍̾̈̿̓̚͜0̵̡̨̱̹̠̟̣̠̣̫͓̼̠̣͈̰͚̘̹̻̻̱̝̪́̇̀̎̈́̀͂͝͝ͅͅ-̷̧̛͇̺̻̝̘͍̖̫̳͇̖̟̯̯̈͛́̌̽͊̐̑̑̈́͊͜-̷̧̡̛̣͍̟̞͕͖͔͖͔̥̝̣̜̭̮̤͙͍̜͉̖̟̖͛́̊͂́̀̌̒̄̾̌̑̅̈́̿̈́̐̆̋̇̋̊̓̽̿̈́͌̈́̆̀̀̊̀̅̓͗̇͒͝͠͝ͅ-̴̡̢̡̡̧̡͖̹͓̠͉̝̹̥̼̗̹̰̼̟͙̬̯̣͇̲̬̝̠̝̱̥̞͓͔̺̐̀̈͆͐̋́̀̽͛͑̓͛̃̿̏͊̎̋̈̓͊̔̀͗̚͘̚͝͠͝͠͝ͅ-̸̢̢̧̧̡͕͎̲̺̭͎͚̼̪͈͕̰̱͇̣̥̙̹̹̫͔̜̳̣̤̬̤̘̟͔̞͈͙̰̱̦͍͚̩̫̄̀͛̌͊͆̀͜ͅ-̴̨̨̡̡̨̰̯̥̣̰͍̗̩̝͓͔̺̤͈̼̯͍͍̩͙̮̞͇͉̔̔̓́̔̓͠ͅ?̶̻̺͍̹͉̗̟̗̗̼̤͙̰̩͔̠̊̍̊̐̈́͛̋̉́̈́̾͊̋̈́͐̑̕̕̚͝ͅ?̷̗̳̑͗͊̀̅̀̊̓̏̾́͊̚͝͠?̶̨̨̡̢̺͇̩̠̤̺̙̠̝̘͇̪̖̗͚͕̱͔͙͈͓̫͔̯͚̺̻̰̗͙͈̘̭̟̖̩̙̗̗̗̣̩̪͍̩̄̏̐̀͐̓͑̓̅̓̎̇̊͒͒́̍̊̈́̉̈́̃̔͒̃͒̿̀̀̐͌̃̓͒͊̋̃̍͝͠-̸̧̮̯͚̫̳͓̰̳̩̮͓̠̦͈̻̜̮̜̿̔̾̀̀̑͗̅͆̀́̋̑̃̀͛̈́̎͊͒͆̇̊̅̈́̍̊̈́͊͐̚̚͠͝͝ͅ-̴̧̱͖̫̬̫̥͇̹͕͙̩̳̮̺̞̳̱̤̮͖͔̘̼̟̙͙͓̩͗͒͛̑̍͑̔͋̈́͋̈́̚̕͜͜-̶̨̱͖̣͉͔̳̞̺̮̬͉̤̜̤͈̰̻͇̹̻̻̺̲̭̬̖̦̬͈͇͈͙̪̈́͒͑̃̽́͌̅̉́͂̈́̅͂̇̅͘̕ͅͅͅ-̵̨̡̨̛͖̭̦͓̥̭̬͙̺̼̖͔̱͖̯͎̹̱̖̗̫͈̪̯͕̫̪͙̅̅̓̑̿̍͑̿͐̔̔̌͐͛͊̅̒̓̿̿́͐͌̈́́́̈́͂̋̚͝͝͠͝͠͝-̴̡̧̧̧̳͚͉̖͔̙̖̭̞̻͔͔̫̯̱̺̘̻͋̀͑͑̄̋̈́́̈̏̎́̀̓̍̽̒̔̃́͒̿̈́̄̂̐̅̓͂̿͗̈́̊̚̚͘̕̚͜͝͝͠0̴̢̡̢̧̼̮͓̝̼͉̰̬̘̼̺̙̯̹͓̯̗̞͔̀̅̌͋̾̈́͐̎̃̋͌̅̒͋͛̈́͋͌̑́̄͛͆̉́̕̚̕͝͝͝͝͝-̴̧͙͙̭͉͚̭̺̺̫̭͕͉̽́͌͗͑͠-̴̘͉̮̯̺̮̪̼͎̐͂̾̐̍̈̆̄̅̆͛̀̍̐̍̒͌̀̏͘̚̚̕̚͝͠͠-̸̛͓̺͙̰͉͛̉̉͋̓̂̊̅̓̈́̑̑̈́͐̓͑̎̆̏̔͂̌̽̒̈́̑͗̃̑̈́̇̏͜͠-̶̡̡̧̢̛̫̩̰͕͇͈͈͕̮̱̜̲̰̤̥̞̯̠̦͚͚͈̲̞͕̲̲̗͍͉̳͉͙̗̰͎̅̑̊̀͂̃̾̓̌͂͂̈͊̍͗͗̇̈́̔͒̌̔̏̓̑̃̾̊̒̈̿͋͆̀̆̕̕͝͝͝ͅͅ,̸̡̡̨̛̭̞̝̳͉͇̭̹̳̞͖͇̥̫̖̟̳̺̥̯̱̦̣͍͕̼̼̂͑̀̄̎̆̆̀̔̏͋̕͜͠͝,̸̡̡̡̡͙͎͔̜̥̠̻̼͔͈̲̝̳̣̠̝̬͇̬̱̗̫͇͔͕̣͈̜̣̙̟͎̖̜̼͉̼̈̀͌͛̈́̆͒̉͜͜ͅͅ.̴̧̢̰̰̮̘̱̙̣̯̝͓̳̼͍̦̭̩̠̹͈̀̽̊͑̔̎̈́̔̍̂̓̆̈̈́̈́̏̐̋̀̎̀̇̌̈́͑̉̋̉̈́̕͘͜͝͝͝͝͝.̴̙͇̄̈͂̄͒̃̈́̑̄̀̅̌̍̄̉͌̑̀͗̊̈́̆̒̌̃̈̈̇̂̋̈́͗̊̿̌͘̕̕͘͝.̵̢̡̛̹̯̙̳̤̻̺̮͗̋̊̈́͋͋̃̈͛͑́̐̒͑̇̽͛̈̓̎͒̾͌̀̅͒̓͊̍̈́̇̈̈́͊̋̒̏̃̂̆͗̂̚.̶̧̢̧̧̲̘̼̳̠̪͚̦̠̥̼̠̥͍̮̪͇̮͈͇̣̼̫̞̩̞̠͕̖̫͖̘̗͔̠̯͚̈̓̍̂͊͆̔̔̆̈̊̈́̐̍̏̄̾̂̔͊̍̔͜͝͝ͅ,̶̢̡̢̧̨͎̬̱̹̘̭̹͍̻̗̥̲̗̗̩̣̠̣̯̲͎̻̝̫̜́͋̈́͑̍̄́̍͒́̋̑̄̀̒͛͆̈́͑̓̎̚̚͝ͅͅ-̸̢̨̡̮͙̯̱͚͚̯̫̮̠̯̞̥̫͈̼̺̝̹̹̣̳̱̳̞͚̜̬̳͎͚͎̠̜͎̲̺̪̺͒̒̆͛̾̚͜͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅ-̸̧̧̨̛͚̗̳̣̭̜̦̙̯̽́́͂̎̈́̀̈́̈́͐́̿͛̋̓̋͂̈́̽̏́̔̚͜-̴̢̛̤̥̟̝̲̦̤͈̗͉̺͖̠̞̼̬͍̮̝͓̮̯̮̜̫̈́̈́̂͊̐̌̿̿͐̀̄͑̀̒̆̉̊̾̔͑̾̿̾̔̑̉̉̀̈̇̂́̃͊̃͋̿̍̕̕͜͜͠͝ͅ-̵̧̢̳̠̝̯̞̙͉̫̰̬͉̬͍͔̝̯̳̲̤͖͇͔̟̜̳͕̻̺͇̝͔̗̳̂̈͆̆͐͆̀͆͂̈͋̊͊́̃́̓̀̒̍̄̎͒̓̍͋̈͗͌̈́͛̂̕̚̚͠͝͠͝ͅ-̷̢̢̨̨͇̪̯̗̱̯͉͕̩͔̠̫̬͔̜̫̮̝͈͙̼͙͆̉̽͗̇͆̎̊̽̋̔̏͗̾̂͐̒̈̐͛̓̈́̂͊̿̊͑̓̕͘͜͠ͅ-̶̡̢͍̗͚̼̗̙̺̰̫̥͍̹̤̟̪̳͋̄̒̅̽̔̓̐̾̊̎͒́̃̅̆ͅ-̴̡̡̧̡̡̨̛̤̺̙̫̙̙̝̩̱̩͉̞̜̙̹̲̪̪͎̹̯̦̼̼͈̹̠̤̄̀̏̾̿̋̀͑̈́̔̾̓̓̊͐̈́̇̌̏̽̆̃̉́͐͗̇̕͘̕͜͝͝ͅͅ0̶̨̨̧̛͙͓͈̮̮̺̭̱̳̰̫̝̙̖͍͎͓͉̗͔̝̰̤̣̗͍̬̹͖̦̜͖̦̝̥̳̠̳̤̤̦̜̱̲͎̥̈̆̔͛̀͂̄͒̅͊͊̈́̇̈̈́́͊̍̅͋̿̀̒͋̊̓̍̔̆̿́͘͠͝͠͠-̴̡̥̭͔͖̤̪̤͓̮̘̖̬̼̫̯̞̮̻̙̭̬̱̰̮͛͗̉̍̏̐̈́̐̈́̾͊͜͠ͅ-̸̢̢̛̛̘͈̻̥̙̲̜̦̊̽̈́͂̑̓̾̎́́̐̾̅̿͛́̿͒̌̾͂͆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Crawl. Crawl to door. Salvation. Savior. Waits.
Crying blood. Vomitting blood. Pain is eternal. Suffering is eternal.
Special place holds savior. Special place is sun. Sun is warm.
CrAWl toWarDs do0r.
C0nT1nU3.
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A quiet voice is silenced forever.
"I'm sorry..."
......
"Do you even know where I am?"
...........
"Please, please let me die- PLEASE LET ME-"
Die
Reform
Forget
Die
Reborn
The sinner is lost in the maze, forever.
Death Count: 0
Dear Atem:
The pain eating me up from the inside since you left grows stronger by the day. Grandpa was there for me, but he died a month ago.
Jou nowadays wanders the streets of Los Angeles. Sometimes he calls. He sounds so happy.
I wouldn't want to ruin his mood by telling him of my pain.
Anzu is a world famous dancer now. I'm so proud of her.
I don't want to pull her down.
Honda is always near Shizuka and Otogi. Together they shine brightly.
Ryou moved to Egypt to live with Marik.
They are healing.
I feel like I can't recognize them anymore, so long it's been since I saw them in person.
The doctors keep failing to find something that can ease the hurt. Medicine and even drugs don't work.
I really tried Atem! I really did. I've exhausted every option, but to no avail.
I don't want to live anymore.
But I know that I will never reach your side again. Atleast if end my life by my own volition. I'm sure of that.
So, i'm travelling to your tomb! Maybe I can find a way to you there.
I have to try. Because you are my sun. My eternal salvation.
I love you, Atem.
Yugi Muto
Egypt is just as I remember, even if I sometmes wish I could forget why I was ever here in the first place.
But I would never dare to forget him. Every moment we spent together. Those are the memories I hold most dear.
I reach the spot where Marik told me he would be waiting. It feels bad to lie to him, but if I told him the truth he never would have agreed to let me come. He is already standing there, a contemplative look on his face.
I muster a smile, the best I can, altough it feels strange to do so. Marik sees me and greets me with an equally strained smile.
"Yugi! So good to see you!"
"I agree. Thank you for allowing me this visit."
"Of course. I know how strong grief can get, so I hope that you can find some comfort. It sucks that it's turned worse."
"Thank you, again."
Marik chuckles. "Really, it's no problem."
He guides me to his car and for the rest of the ride we are silent. Through the window I watch as Kairo bleeds further into the distance. Marik turned the radio on, as if to fill the silence.
It's kind of him to grant me this little moment of quietude.
The sun is high in the sky as we get out of the car and walk towards the collapsed entrance of what was once a tomb. I feel a pang of painfull nostalgia, seeing the place where Atem left me forever.
"So..umm..You can go inside, but please be careful...and return in 20 minutes, okay?"
I nod my head at him, though I don't inted to follow his instructions. Waving him goodbye, I slowly make my way inside, removing debris to free a way. I retrieve a flashlight from my bag, pulling it out from under my notebook. Bright white light illuminates the sandstone ruins, and, with a way to see, I travell further into the darkness. But before I did, I inconspicuously returned the broken pieces of sandstone back to the entrance, blocking the way inside.
If there is no solution here to be found, then i'll just rot away. I don't want to go outside anymore. I will die here, one way or another.
I followed the path I took in the past, finding the place where I last duelled him quickly. I stand there, gazing upon the remnants.
Pull yourself together.
I turn to venture further inside, when a golden gleam catches in the light.
Immideatly, I scramble to retrieve it, tumbling down. I grab the the fragments of sandstone burying the artifact, already feeling tears prickling at my eyes.
The middle piece of the millemium puzzle lies there, the eye of horus staring at me, unmoving.
I reach out. I want to feel the warmth again! I want to feel his warmth again-!
The moment my hand touches the cold gold, I pass out, darkness enveloping my vision.
And when I open my eyes again, there above is a sandstone ceilling, reaching into impossible confines of altitude. I jump up, instantly recognizing where I am.
The labyrinthine structures of stairs and corridors leading to nowhere and further inside- This is inside the puzzle!
Just before me there is the door that leads into Atem's soul room!
I run forwards. Maybe I can finally-!
Underneath my feet, the floor opens and I fall down. I scream, my body makes contact with the floor. Pain like I have never felt before explodes in my back, my spine shattering.
Death Count: 1
Forever I suffer, lost in the maze of sandstone stairs and corridors, my memories scattered across the vastness of time.
How long has it been? Years? Centuries? Eons?
Do you know that I am here? Or are you maybe searching for me?
I will wait for you, given that I am bound.
I am sorry, I forgot you, my sun. I forgot everything.
Please forgive me. Please save me. I will do anything.
Please grant me salvation. I beg of you.