ETERNAL CURSEWHEN I WAKE UP AGAIN, I find myself in somewhere completely dark, with broken glasses and roses spread over as a trail. There is nowhere to go to, and I thought being erased means that there will be nothing left of me ─ not a conscious, not a body. So how come I still exist, being aware of myself? There is no other choice left but to follow the path that has been presented upon me.
Strangely, when I step on the glasses, my feet bleed, and they won’t stop. I can’t feel the pain, nor drained, but it’s just so unnatural for me not to heal automatically after injuries.
I walk, and it feels like millennia later that I finally end up in a destination. I can see my reflection, thousands of them. I notice that there are mirrors lined up in front, forming a maze of its own in the dar
