Lanterns casting dark shadows,
All around the room.
Wraiths flow through closed windows,
Whispers from an empty tomb.
Silhouettes of monsters lurk,
Slither through the cracks.
Brandishing a fiendish smirk,
Quickly fades to black.
Out of sight, but always there,
Hiding from the light.
Deep eyes watch with piercing stare,
Hailing from the night.
Sliding quickly through the doorway,
Devils playing games.
Plague my mind with steady decay,
Frozen by the flames.
-Breca Childs
Author's Notes/Comments:
There's nothing in the world as ruthless or impartial as death. All living matter ages over time and eventually dies... No matter how mighty or tiny its life force... So being alive means you're creeping closer to death with every second... But there's none of that here. No one and nothing ages. Nothing wastes away. This quiet, boundless, and beautiful world... An ideal world, straight out of a fairy tale, isn't it? A place and time that belongs to no one... Res nullius... It's because this is a future that was eliminated!!! History is composed of choices and divergences. Each choice you make creates a new world and brings forth a new future. But at the same time, you're eliminating a different future with the choices you didn't make. A future denied of all existence because of a change in the past... A future that was destroyed before it was even born rests here... condensed into the Dead Sea.
- Miguel Chrono Cross
