Life

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I was in the bathroom and just finished relaxing, got my smartphone in my left hand and my headphones, I was enjoying life, well ! what I thought. A feeling of disgust seizes me as soon as I finish. I don't know, every time I find myself in the toilet I get lost in my thoughts, I remember certain moments of my life and dream of what I could have been.

The pouring rain hammered against the windows of the rented house where Roland Auun lived with his mother and two younger sisters. The storm raged outside, while the wind blew fiercely, agitating the tree branches. Night had fallen several hours ago, plunging the house into an unsettling darkness.

Seated near the window, Roland watched the fury of the storm with fascination. Lightning tore through the dark sky, briefly illuminating the tumultuous scene. The thunder's deafening roar resonated throughout the house, creating an electrifying ambiance.

Feeling fatigue overtake him after a long day of work, Roland decided to lie down and let the noise of the storm lull him into a restful sleep. He slid under his covers, but despite his weariness, he struggled to fall asleep.

Finally, his eyelids closed, and he plunged into a deep slumber. Deep within his being, a glimmer of excitement mixed with apprehension grew. And then, without warning, he found himself carried away into the depths of his own nightmare.

Roland suddenly found himself immersed in a world of darkness and terror. The darkness was so profound that it seemed to devour any source of light. He felt trapped, unable to discern any shapes in this icy void.

Sinister whispers rose around him, seemingly emanating from the depths of the darkness. Fear seized him, and his heart began to beat frantically in his chest. He tried to escape, to scream, but his voice was muffled by the deafening silence.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, moving with sinister grace. It was a ghostly figure, clad in tattered garments, its face concealed beneath a hood. Its piercing gaze pierced through the darkness and settled upon Roland, sending shivers down his spine.

The figure approached him slowly, revealing a bony hand reaching out toward Roland. Its fingers were clawed and sharp, ready to seize its prey. A malevolent smile stretched across the face of the shadow as it whispered in a hissing voice, "Welcome to your worst nightmare, Roland Auun. Your fear shall guide you to your demise."

A wave of horror washed over Roland as he felt himself being pulled into a whirlwind of anguish. Macabre images flooded his mind, visions of death and destruction. He tried to wake up, to escape from this infernal nightmare, but the darkness held him, keeping him in its relentless grip.

Finally, with a scream of terror, Roland woke up in a start. His body was covered in sweat, and his heart was pounding. He realized with relief that he was back in his room, far away from the nightmare that had tormented him.

He sat on the edge of his bed, slowly regaining his breath, trying to chase away the remnants of the nightmare that lingered in his mind. He realized that something strange was happening. His surroundings had changed, the walls of his room seemed older, infused with a mysterious aura.

The rain had ceased, and through the window, Roland caught a glimpse of a silver light filtering through the trees of a dark forest. A sense of curiosity and adventure seized him. He felt that this strange dream held a deeper meaning, a gateway to an unknown world that was opening before him.