Thirteenth.
[The sphere shows the vast field flowers, the sight is projected from above, focused in the Nobody who remains lying, face up on the flowers. The messy strands of silver-blue hair scattered around is head, meshed with some of the vibrant petals. Yet, his eyes are not visible]
Nobodies cannot feel. But they remember how it was... They understand feelings drives a heart into the Light or into Darkness itself. Without them, we have been shunned from both.
I do remember something: envy. The helpless lack of what others easily had. However... regardless my apathy, I cannot simply sit and watch. Those who have, must pay... and lose what they possess. And then... I will observe the unexplainable despair void brings. Watching them lament what they cannot feel... is what will truly make my nonexistence less vacant.
Slowly marking their way into perdition. But they will not know.
Do marionettes know they are being controlled and their bodies bound to a puppet-master? No. They simply follow the script and live oblivious to what they are.
Nobodies cannot feel. But they remember how it was... They understand feelings drives a heart into the Light or into Darkness itself. Without them, we have been shunned from both.
I do remember something: envy. The helpless lack of what others easily had. However... regardless my apathy, I cannot simply sit and watch. Those who have, must pay... and lose what they possess. And then... I will observe the unexplainable despair void brings. Watching them lament what they cannot feel... is what will truly make my nonexistence less vacant.
Slowly marking their way into perdition. But they will not know.
Do marionettes know they are being controlled and their bodies bound to a puppet-master? No. They simply follow the script and live oblivious to what they are.