The Cube

[lordpat]

Imagine yourself if you can inside a glass cube in the middle of the nothingness. The cube is 2 meters long you assume, though you seem to have no way to confirm that. You are confused, you don't remember how you got there, you just did. You know little about yourself, and even less about those who you loved in the other world. Your family? Your friends? you have very bare memories about them. There are no mirrors whatsoever inside this cube, so you really don't know how you look. There are no people to talk inside the cube, and even if they were, the place you are in is so dull you doubt very much you could talk about anything with them. Everything you saw was pitch black. The confusion and lonleyness slowly start to vanish as you seem to forget everything about the other world.

You know believe you have always been inside this cube, and that maybe all that you thought you "lived" was just a dream. You sit down and wait for nothing to happen, and it happens. You sit down and wait for nothing to happen, and it happens. You sit down and wait for nothing to happen, and it happens. What you before may have considered "dull" is now relaxing. You have accepted it as part of your life. You do not feel hungry, thirsty, angry, excited or sad; you only feel relaxed. You do not feel hungry, thirsty, angry, excited, or sad; you only feel relief.

Your body slowly starts to fuse with the cube. Your legs slowly become glass. Your stomatch slowly becomes glass. Your arms slowly became glass. And you feel relaxed and relieved. You see this as your destiny, as what you were meant to be. And you become glass. You cannot move, but you don't need you. Besides, since you've been here you have been sat down.

You start to think about yourself. You realize you are now eternal. That you are now inmortal and that you are going to stay forever. You are the most wonderful form of destiny. You are who you were meant to become, who you were meant to be, part of everything and nothing at the same time. You are part of the cube. As the time (if you can call it time) passes, your relief turns into pride. You feel so wonderful about yourself, and you feel that nothing, not even the nothingness, can suprass you.

But then you realize something: "This is not enough". You are the simbol of perfection, yet you have far from enough. The nothingness is a lot, sure, but what about the somethingness? what about maybe the everythingness? You deserve to have all that too. Why are you inside here? The cube is far from satisfying who you are.

You hear what you remember to be a voice. "Why are you being like this? You have the ultimate relaxation here, you can live with yourself in peace for all eternity". You don't know how to reply, you cannot counter that arguement. You know it is false though, you do not feel relaxed. But why? You don't know the answer. You stay in silence; angry and defeated by the voice.

Suddenly, you start to remember something from the other world. It is a weird concept, it is about choosing something. About how you have the right to chose what you want to do. Your mouth slowly starts to babble a word...a strange word that seems to globe much more than the seven letters that form it. "Freedom" you say. You are blood and flesh again, and the cube starts to break; you fall through.

And humanity is born.

[Megar]

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I really liked this. I had no idea what was going on at first, but then as time went by I managed to figure out exactly what was going on. It's like a story of rebirth, and for one reason or another I always find myself liking things like that. Nonetheless, nice work as usual, LP.