[Week 25, Day 5] [Accidental Video] I Was Not Here, I Did Not Die
[The video feed starts with a breeze catching the hem of a black coat, and then as the device is kicked by a black boot, looks upward to a pale chin and hints of a cold stern face, hidden by the brim of a tattered hat and sleek black hair.
The face is only revealed as the boy tips down his face to eye the item that has just gotten in his way. The look is one of disinterest. Eyes, large and blue, a bit blank and lips pressed into a thin line that leans neither towards a frown nor a smile. And simply regarding the object, Yoite wonders if he should just leave it. It is hardly worth his time when time is what he has so little of. ]
….
[Finally he bends slowly, and for the sole purpose of mild curiosity, one that never registers in his expression, he takes it, and with an almost surreal silent grace, long thin fingers wrapping around it.
And in an instant the surroundings are suddenly speeding past as Yoite, determined not to stay in one place and thereby lose more time, bounds forward, faster and faster until he carries himself up into the canopy of the trees, leaping up the branches so fast that within seconds he is at the top of a tall pine, looking out over the land in search of anything familiar. A skyline. A town. A railway.
Nothing. And even though its nothing, his face shows neither anger nor disappointment if you don't know how to read the nuances of his emptiness.
The screen watches the distant forest and mountains for a few long moments before cutting out.]]
The face is only revealed as the boy tips down his face to eye the item that has just gotten in his way. The look is one of disinterest. Eyes, large and blue, a bit blank and lips pressed into a thin line that leans neither towards a frown nor a smile. And simply regarding the object, Yoite wonders if he should just leave it. It is hardly worth his time when time is what he has so little of. ]
….
[Finally he bends slowly, and for the sole purpose of mild curiosity, one that never registers in his expression, he takes it, and with an almost surreal silent grace, long thin fingers wrapping around it.
And in an instant the surroundings are suddenly speeding past as Yoite, determined not to stay in one place and thereby lose more time, bounds forward, faster and faster until he carries himself up into the canopy of the trees, leaping up the branches so fast that within seconds he is at the top of a tall pine, looking out over the land in search of anything familiar. A skyline. A town. A railway.
Nothing. And even though its nothing, his face shows neither anger nor disappointment if you don't know how to read the nuances of his emptiness.
The screen watches the distant forest and mountains for a few long moments before cutting out.]]