In the Darkness I dwell

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Yami-Narator
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'A door I cannot open'

'Everyday I wander this darkness. Even though there is nothing here but darkness and

cold stone, I know every step here, every dead end, even though useen I know everystep of these

dark, long, and pointless hallways. I know every door and every trap within. All but one....This door

I have never been granted passage through. I don't know what lies behind the door but I'm drawn

to it in all my wanderings, I end up at a door I cannot open. If not for this doorway I would not still

have small spark of curiousity. What lies beyond the door I have so tauntingly been drawn to. This

doorway burns me inside. What burns me I wonder......Hope it's the way out...........or is it more

darkness.....More of this hell I've been cealed?'


'Is this place hell?'

'More doors.....more hallways.....more shadows......more myself alone, only I.

There is no one here but me and the shadows. Days, nights, hours, seconds, minutes, no it's all

the same here. Time stands still in this shadowy hell. This is oblivion for sure. I remember nothing

but darkness and coldness. All I know now is this hell I wander so blindly.'


'My name is darkness'

'These shadows and I are alike....Silent, cold, and all over this place. Am I darkness too?

Am the darkness it'self? My memories fade away little by little. As the timeless void grows deeper,

darker, colder, lonlier, my memories flicker away like a flame flickering in the wind. I don't even

remember my own name. I only remember being called 'Yami'. Yami......The word wich means

darkness. I am the darkness after all.'

'Light'

'Something strange this still time of my dwellings...Something comepletley oposite

of my shadows. Bright, not dark.......warm, not cold........someone is there...Outside this tomb.

A child?........not an old man like me.......he is as happy as I am miserable..........Why does this

boy apear to me from behind the door. The door wich has finally opened......Who is he.......this

soft child, kind hearted child.........He is filled with as much light as I am filled with darkness......

It does not matter anymore....His body is mine now!'

Owari
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Short I know, I am a short story writer after all