Primus..

Primus approached the tranquil lake, his weary footsteps echoing in the stillness of the surroundings.

As he drew closer, he caught a glimpse of his reflection, a distorted image wavering on the water's surface.

His eyes fixed upon the visage, but the reflection seemed to elude him, like a haunting specter.

With a heavy heart, Primus began to contort his face, his features twisting in agony.

It became increasingly difficult to maintain his gaze upon the troubled waters, and in a moment of overwhelming anguish, he squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

Deep lines of sorrow etched themselves upon his forehead as a frown formed on his lips, his mind flooded with memories that refused to fade.

"Don't die, mother, please don't leave me," he whimpered, his voice tainted with desperation and despair.

The haunting echo of his own cries reverberated through his mind, as if he could still hear the pained pleading that fell upon deaf ears.

"Do as I say," his mother's voice whispered in his memory, a fragile plea clinging to her fading strength.

"This is the only thing I have left to give you, my son."

"Ma..."

Primus swallowed hard, the lump in his throat growing heavier with each passing moment.

The weight of his mother's final request pressed upon him, a burden that threatened to crush his spirit.

He longed to utter more words, to find solace in conversation, but the syllables evaporated into silence, lost amidst his grief.

As he opened his eyes, a glimmer of tears glistened, trembling on the edge of his weary lashes.

The once serene lake appeared blurred and distorted, mirroring the chaos within his soul.

With a trembling breath, Primus fought to steady himself, to anchor his shattered emotions in the face of his devastating loss.

"I couldn't save her," he murmured, his voice barely audible, as if afraid to disturb the delicate equilibrium of the surroundings.

The words hung in the air like a mournful hymn, a lamentation for a life lost and the weight of guilt he carried upon his shoulders.

Forgiveness seemed like a distant dream, elusive and intangible.

Primus pondered the path he should tread, the road toward absolution for a failure that gnawed at his very core.

He gazed into the distance, as if searching for answers within the horizon, a quest to reconcile his fractured self.

As Primus surveyed his surroundings, his eyes caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance.

A shiver of recognition coursed through his veins, for in that fleeting moment, the silhouette bore a striking resemblance to his beloved mother.

"Ma..."said primus..

A surge of hope, mingled with trepidation, propelled him forward, his steps guided by an invisible thread of longing.

Drawn inexorably closer to the lake, Primus felt a peculiar magnetism pulling him towards its crystalline depths.

It was as if the water itself whispered promises of solace and reunion, enticing him with the possibility of a connection, however ephemeral.

With each cautious stride, the atmosphere grew laden with anticipation, a symphony of emotions echoing in the air.

The world around him seemed to hold its breath, as if aware of the profound significance of this encounter, one that transcended the realms of the living and the departed.

But as Primus neared the edge of the lake, his feet betrayed him, stumbling over unseen obstacles.

Time itself seemed to slow as he plummeted towards the water's surface, his body weightless for that heart-stopping moment of suspension.

As Primus gazed up through the blurry water, a flood of memories washed over him.

The recent events played like scenes in his mind, each one vivid and powerful, shaping his turbulent journey.

First, he remembered his grandpa, the wise elder, arguing fiercely with a teacher because of him.

Then, flames danced before his eyes, devouring the storage facilities that held precious belongings.

The fire roared, threatening not only their physical possessions but also the intangible connections to his past.

It was a painful reminder of loss and how fragile everything can be.

A deep ache filled Primus's heart as thoughts of his absent father surfaced.

They had never met, fate's cruel irony having taken his father away on the day he was born.

The absence left a void, an unfulfilled longing for a connection that would forever be missed.

Amidst these memories, his mother's face shone brightly.

He traveled back to his childhood, witnessing her unwavering strength as she worked tirelessly to provide for their needs, sacrificing her own well-being.

But the image of her weakened by the demands of work etched itself in his mind—a heartbreaking reminder of a life cut short.

In the depths of the water, Primus was overcome by a torrent of emotions.

Helplessness, regret, and a deep sense of inadequacy mixed with his sorrow, bringing forth tears that merged with the surrounding currents.

He wept not only for his own losses but also for the many moments of human vulnerability that shaped his existence.

Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the watery embrace, where the weight of these emotions threatened to drag him into despair.

The darkness around him mirrored the turmoil within his soul, hiding the path to healing and resolution.

A haunting memory emerged from the depths of Primus's consciousness—a recollection that tore at the very fabric of his being.

It unveiled the house of his childhood, a sanctuary filled with love and warmth, where he and his mother once resided.

Within the tapestry of his mind, he witnessed a heart-rending tableau—the scene of his younger self, weeping in anguish upon the bed, as his mother's life slipped away before his eyes.

Compelled by an indescribable force, Primus approached his past self, a spectral echo of his former existence.

Yet, an intangible barrier separated them, an unyielding wall that denied him the solace he sought to offer his own vulnerable counterpart.

With a heavy heart, he settled beside the weeping child, his very essence resonating with the depths of their shared grief.

Tears welled in his eyes, a reflection of the torrent of emotions surging within him.

Together, the two versions of Primus wept in unison, their tears mingling as they shared the weight of their loss.

The word "ma" escaped their lips in a tremulous plea, a desperate yearning for the presence and comfort that had been prematurely taken away.

The sound hung in the air, carrying with it a wellspring of love, longing, and regret.

In the depths of the submerged realm, a tender voice reached Primus's ears, a whispered plea laden with a mother's eternal love.

"Wake up... wake up, my son," it murmured, a low, velvety tone suffused with both urgency and longing.

His gaze swept the surroundings, and there, he beheld his younger self—a young child staring back at him, eyes brimming with tears, embodying the profound sadness that engulfed them both.

And beside the child, his mother, her presence ethereal, yet undeniably real, her gaze fixed upon Primus, beseeching him to awaken from the depths of his sorrow.

"Wake up, my son," she repeated, her voice a gentle caress that stirred his soul.

In that ethereal moment, a flicker of hope blossomed within Primus's heart—a glimmer of possibility amidst the suffocating weight of grief.

With a jolt, Primus's eyes fluttered open, his senses inundated by the disorienting remnants of the watery embrace.

He wrestled against the encroaching threat of drowning, his body fighting for survival.

The need to breathe, to cling to life with desperate determination, ignited a fierce struggle within him.