2 2. 06:00
The past few weeks I seem to be dreaming a lot and the interesting part is I can still remember what I saw in those dreams..
The dreams are never continuous but they appear to be in fragments, I didn't think much at first because after living this long, I have a hard time getting my interest piqued but as the days pass by I seem to be attracted to these dreams more and more...
In those dreams I always seem to be with 6 other people, though I can't see their faces, there is a sense of nostalgia when I'm with them...I seem to be always crying when I wake up...these tears are both because I get really happy when I see them and also sad because I hate it that they are dreams...
In my dreams, sometimes I seem to be dancing, some other times I'm singing...considering that I've not spoken a word since the time I woke up, I'm amazed that I am dreaming myself singing...
My best part in the dreams except for my time with those 6 peoples when I'm performing in front of a huge crowd, they seemed to be saying something but all of it got muted but they seemed really happy which also brought a smile on me, that is, of course only in the dream because once I wake up.....
I'm always crying..ha-ha
These dreams can get weird sometimes--
I saw myself drowning in water, I saw myself stabbing someone, I saw myself with roots of wings on my back, I saw myself being hit by a bullet, I saw myself in round glasses and diversely coloured dresses, once I jumped down from a high elevation and another time I had blue hairs...everything was weird but it felt like a part of me...a part that I've forgotten about.....
This led to an assumption that maybe these were my memories so, I got curious.
For 1000 years I tried to remember but nothing happened but now why were they surfacing?
I tried to connect some dots and I found it.
This past week was the last week of my 1000 year long life.
Tomorrow will be the 1st day of my 1001 year.
After so many years somehow I felt my heart beat again with expectations.
I took out the black box, which still looked new like it was then because I have been cleaning it every day and sat down waiting for a miracle to happen....
I knew that 'the higher the expectations from something, worse is the repercussion when it fails' but I just couldn't stop myself from expecting it... even though I knew that, if nothing happens today, I'll finally break and lose my sanity...
I sat crossed leg and waited.
I waited and waited...
The clock struck 00:00
Nothing happened but my hopes didn't fade...
I waited for some time and for some more.... but after 2 hours I couldn't help but fret as I kept fidgeting.
With each passing moment, I felt my heart being shredded and broken into pieces as rows of tears fell from my eyes...
It's ironic how I thought that they have dried up but since these past few weeks, it seems like I have lost the key and now they keep overflowing.....
..........................
It was 05:50
His eyes were red and swollen from too much crying...but the once bright eyes appeared dead...
He kept mumbling,
"Why? Why? What did I do to deserve this?"
He had lost it....
He was too tired...
Finally, he cried out loud..
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
WHY?
WHY?
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
..........
He was crying too loudly that he didn't notice..
It was 06:00 now.
It was the accurate time when he woke up...the completion of a 1000 years
Just then the black box started to glow emitting 7 colours...
A cold voice rung out...
[Initialising transfer....]
[CONFIRMATION REQUIRED]
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.
.
[VOICE RECOGNITION INITIATED]
He was still screaming out loud...
[VOICE RECOGNITION CONFIRMED]
[SOUL TRANSFER INITIATED]
[1% ..5%..80%..100%]
[SOUL UNSTABLE]
[FORCING TRANSFER]
All voice ceased existence for a second as V with the box disappeared into thin air...
[SOUL TRANSFER COMPLETE]
