Stained Frosty Canvas

Hours passed in silence as Kieran rested on the couch—unmoving and staring at the ceiling—but his gaze focused on something beyond. 

Many thoughts roamed free in his mind, creating a chaotic mess.

Some of his thoughts were related to objectives he had to clear in the near future, other thoughts focused on the questions he wanted—or even needed—the answer to in the far future. The rest… were roped in reminiscent emotions, a film of nostalgia slowly enveloping them. 

'It wasn't a lie. For a moment… I had truly dug too deep into myself.'

Slowly, a memory coalesced in Kieran's mind, a vague but clearing scene. 

There was a ramshackle building that felt familiar to Kieran despite having pushed these memories to the deepest recesses of his conscious mind.