Hasuen

“Bound to the chains of grief, listen to the ones whom the bells toll for. The Heart of Earthsong, The Melody of Forevermore "A life is given for each world it isn't." I heard that tale a million times, and yet a million times it has stayed unheard in the ears of the deaf. I feel sorry for the happy, for those who cannot see and the ones who cannoth fathom such words, such a sight. Pink and green, the song of bloom and the bells of heaven. I held in my arms the heavy weight of a thousand suns, not physically but metaphorically. The likes to which I had never felt; the excruciating pain it was to bear witness to the tragedies that befall me over and over again. Time after time I waste away in the coffin of greed, watching the stars shoot like a timelapse. Recalling the sight of that woman, pink and green was all that I could make out during the fire. I held open my hand and was led to the back of an ambulance, red and white. I wore a weary smile on my face, despite the sight of horror and loss of others that had just transpired in my weakness. I wear that same smile on the day of my graduation, on the day of my wedding and on the day that I lost everything pertaining to these events. I yielded long ago to the wheel of fortune and fate, to which I was given the latter and only the latter. I spent my life reclaiming what was taken from me, and in return I get more removed from the vision so dimly operating. As I close my eyes, a feeling of regret washed over me like high tide on the sands of the beach. I woke up in a forest green and teeming with life. A heaven of sorts, but not unlike hell. I closed my eyes yet again and felt only regret, only shame and guilt for what could amount to sneaking a piece of candy from a grocery store. I mashed my hands unto my head, bashing it against the grass that laid unmoving on the ground. As I lifted my eyelids, I saw the vision of pink and green, the light of an unmoving star. The bells of heaven, the colors of the savior. Something I had not seen in so long, a sky that was always out of reach; something I had not heard in so long, a song that I could never hear.”— Sol's RNG (como a wiki cita)