Skeleton Evolution, but why is evolution so interesting?
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Siverra is a skeleton who awoke with nobody around him, confused as to how this happened he began to search around. He had no memory of anything except his name and that he is, or was, a male. Wait, what's this about evolution? I OWN THE IMAGE BEING USED. I DO NOT ALLOW ANYONE TO USE IT UNLESS GIVEN PERMISSION.
As I come to, the world around me is dark and unfamiliar. I can barely make out my own body, much less my surroundings. Confused and disoriented, I begin to search for a way out. Suddenly, a sound cuts through the silence, causing nearby creatures to shudder in fear. It's the eerie clink of bones, it seems to be following me.
I try to take stock of my situation, but my thoughts are muddled and my head aches. It's as if my skull has been shattered and twisted beyond recognition. Nonetheless, I press forward, driven by a sense of urgency and a desperate need to escape.
As I walk, I hear creaks and groans coming after me faster and faster, the sound echoing eerily through the darkness. If anyone were watching, they would be seeing me running like a madman.
Despite my confusion, there is one emotion that I can clearly feel: loneliness. There is no one around for miles, and my attempts at speech are futile. The only sound I can hear is the clinking of bones, which reverberates endlessly through the darkness. I can't shake the feeling that something is following me, lurking just beyond my line of sight.
After what feels like an eternity, I come across a glimmer of light. It's a dark blue pool of water, glowing softly in the darkness. The rocks around it form a natural boundary, like a field of flowers with weeds at the edges. The beauty of the scene is breathtaking, and for a moment I forget my fear and confusion.
But as I approach the water, I notice something strange. There's a figure reflected in the water, and although I feel that it looks similar to me and I recognize it as me, I recoil in fear, looking again, thinking that something else is in the water with me.
But as I get closer and move, I realize the truth: I am the skeleton staring back at me.
The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm dead. I don't know who I was or where I came from, but I know that I'm alone and lost. The water is a mystery, and I don't know what it signifies. All I can do is ask myself questions, hoping for some kind of answer that never comes.
As I ponder my fate, drops of water begin to fall from my eye sockets, the same color as the water. They're beautiful and sad, a reminder of the ultimate loneliness and isolation that I feel. And yet, even as I grieve for my lost life, I know that I must keep moving forward, seeking answers and a way out of this strange and unknown world.
