'What happened?'
'Did I die?'
'Why do I still feel like Iam alive?'
He slowly opened his eyes. He was alive, but it he is not in the museums anymore. It looked like a small, old room.
The room was small with a chair and table turned over and broken in the corner. Right corner. To his left was an empty shelf the same hight as him.
The furnitures were old, dusty and weak. He walked to the table turned to its side. The carvings in the wooden table were very minute.
"The Craft man ship of this table is insane! So…."
"Minute, small and intrugate details impossible to be done."
He touched the table it looked like a divine iron left to be rotten by time. He felt the wood would would collapse with his slightest pressure. The chair was the same on the table.
The furniture was a single piece no sign of it being able to disassemble.
There was some writings on the furniture, but he couldn't read them.
"Is this a gods language?"
The chair was the same as the table, old, weak, fragile but divine. In the shelf was a pendent. A silver Crescent moon shaped pendant.
The pendant was like something that did not belong there. It was brand new, glimmering just like the moon.
He took the pendent and noticed door to his left. He went to the door and opened it.
On the side of the door was a spiral staircase. descending, and assending. He stood there thinking where to go up or down.
"Which way should I go?" He closed his eyes and began to think.
Then a breeze brushed past his left cheek. He opened his eyes and looked to his left.
"A window? " the window was old and the frame of the window looked like it could fall of the wall at any moment. The glass was a purple colored glass there was a small hole through which light entered.
He walked near the window. The glass old, but still looked majestic. It was carved so neat without a mistake and just like the other furnitures, this glass too looked divine.
The light entering from the small hole in the bottom left corner of the glass was a color of yellow and orange. When tried to open the window he noticed that the window cannot be opened. Because it is sealed to the wall and there is no handle or hinges in the window.
"It seems I can not open the window, unless I brake this glass."
Then his gaze fell on the small hole in the window. "Or I can just look through the hole."
He looked through the hole and what he saw was undelivable. A sky of yellow and orange shade, blue clouds, and stars visibly shining in the sky. And he sees something eles as well, but could not make up what it was. It seems that he I'd in some building's first floor.
"What is this place?!"
"Alright I have decided to go down and see what I had seen."
He ascended down the stairs and, a door waited at the bottom of the stairs.
He walked closer to the boor which looked like it was 100 years old wooden door.
He gently held the handle of the door wooring He would break it if he applied even a little more pressure.
He opened the door and what waited in the other side was undelivable.
He could not describe what he saw in simple words.
"What... what is this place."
It looked like he was on a bridge made of tar and it looked like one of those highway bridges. But it was not few hundred meters above the ground. It was up to the cloud level.
He walked out of the building jaws wide open unable to belive his own eyes.
"Is this heaven?..."
"This place looks so..."
"Beautiful..."
He looked to his left then his right then above. It was all the same.
An orange sky with stars twinkling. Blue and purple gas clouds scattered in the sky.
Clouds were floting in the same level as the bridge.
To his left the bridge continued as far as his eyes can see. It looked like it stretched infinity.
And to his right the bridge was broken and the path ended. A huge red arch. When he looked up he saw the building he woke up in it looked like an old three story apartment home. The windows were blocked by wooden planks nailed to them.
'The wooden planks are nailed to windows from the outside. It's wieard.' He thought to him self.
He looked around and it looked that apartment was the only building there.
Then he again saw the arch which was taller than the three story building. He walked closer to it.
As he got under the arch. He looked in front of him the path ended there. The bridge was broken and the Iron rods used to support the bridge very visible. The bridge looks like it would crumble under his weight if he walked and further.
And what layed in front of him was the orange sky fully covered by orange clouds.
No... it looks more like fog...
He moved one step and noticed a silhouette of a giant thing in the fog he took another step front. Trying to see what the silhouette is.
Then a heavy gush of wind blew his way. The wind was so powerful he felt like it could carry him with it if he was any lighter. But it did make him take a step back and dust fell on his eyes. The fog had slowly cleared by the wind reviling the silhouette.
The boy still could not see what the silhouette was. He rubbed his eyes to get the dust out, then squinted, trying to see what was in front of him.
His mouth and eyes open wide in shock.
A statue... huge...
A ginormous statue of a man with six arms protruding from his back. Each holding a weapon.
The hands attached to his shoulders, empty, right hand fingers facing up, left hand fingers facing down showing his palms.
The lower of hands holded a shield in its left and a long axe in his right.
The top hands holded a whip like weapon on both hands.
And the middle pair of hands holded giant hammer in his right and a bow which curved in a weird shape which almost made look like something else if it did not have the string.
The statue floted among the clouds it's lower half covered by mist and it's looked like it was smashed apart.
'Whose statue is this?'
'A God's? Or someone else's? '
'And why is the head missing?'
'Why dies he have so many arms? And those weapons he holds, does it symbolise something?'
His heart starts to beat fast.
He places his hand on his chest feeling his heartbeat.
It was like someone playing brums inside his chest.
Why is my heart beating so fast. Is it anxiety? Excitement? Or fear?'
At that movement he heard a sound it was the sound of a text beingentered digitaly.
He turned to wards the sound. On one of the piller of the arch a screen was visible. He went near it.
The screen showed some numbers being entered. Many 1 and 0 was entered in it.
"
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1† 1$ †hx x%1†.
71n2 1†$ qxn†x5.
71n2 1†$ $1nkulg51†y.
k0 up †hx $†g15$.
"
'What are these symbols?'
Then the symbols vanished and a new next entered.
"Welcome to the end of reality...
AARAV..."