"How long has it been?"

  They try to move, but cant, however, there lacked a *weight* to it, wherein to explain simpler the action of movement is nonexistent. An apt description would be like a puppet having its strings cut.

  There only present were their thoughts and memories, or at least distorted forms of their memories. It would hurt to remember but they lacked the sensory capacity to be hurt.

  Then, suddenly, the disembodied collection of memories and thoughts felt a crushing pull. A strong gravitational push that launched them from out of the darkness and into brilliant light.

  Just as before, their senses came back in full, and a body formed for them. Hair black as obsidian with mismatched pale white skin. The body shifted more and more, and soon became the greatest ideal of male physique, neither to brawn nor too skinny.

  Then the skin went up in burning flame, and there it carved a scar on their

  Left pectoral muscle, said scar resembling a very intricately drawn front facing ram head with the body of a centipede, which possessed no beginning nor an end, served to create a ring around the ram.

  Beyond their body, one would them within a burning ball that traversed the stars, a comet. Despite the suffocating cold, the comet did not leave a trail of ice and rock, no, it left behind a burning blaze and molten magma, a total contradiction to natural order with it having no atmosphere to burn up in.

  After hours of travel, and many moments of heavy contemplation the body that served as the base of the comet would utter their first words, their voice rang out even in the emptiness of space.

  "Man this is boring..." their words reflected with their current state of being. Picking at their nose they continue to speak to themselves. "... So big bad God wants me to destroy this planet to win a bet, or else they give me some horrific punishment..."

  "Heh, i'm kinda like a dark lord." Flicking the booger away, he continued. "Well, i need a name first of all."

  Bringing a hand to his chin before beginning to contemplate. His mind raced to come up with a cool sounding name, and when it came up with none only one option was left. "Ill just use my real name! It'll be so funny to find out that the dark lord's name isnt like morgoroth the baby eater or something, and was named like any normal person lol."

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  His giggling would die down. Here now in complete silence, his blazing red eyes would loose their gleam and became duller by the moment. Bits of uncertain snickers escaped him before. "What was my name again?"

  A pain beyond physical description came to be. Yet despite its presence the man made no move to ease it. Neither was he clutching at his skull, nor was he bottoming out his lungs in pain, no he only allowed himself to float aimlessly, as his body continued to wherever it is leading him.

  Mouth slightly agape, his voiced cracked and let out a broken cry. On his iris played moments of his life, with people he cared for or of things he enjoyed to do. An overwhelming sense of panic and despair came to him, as the realization of his memories corruption came to him.

  A small feeling of distortion was there, making them never truly was, and as the memories played and replayed, they too also became lost. Like droplets of rain that melded with the sea, to be forever lost and never found. One could argue that they are still there, just unrecognizable.

  He wanted to scream, but found only now did his voice decide not to sound out. So there he was, left in this state of silent wailing agony within the vast empty void of unrelenting cold with The flames of his comet dying.

  Then, as quickly as it came, did it vanish. Mind began to rationalize and there did they now remember their choice when he kneeled before God, Calm Mind. Information invaded his brain cold, hard information. The skill granted him a mind unbreakable, even when faced with agonizing death he will know no fear, even with the threat of insanity he will prevail, a mind that is indomitable as the rage of a sun.

  Life returned to his eyes, mouth closed before thinning into a line. Red eyes closing shut, enjoying the calm serenity of peace. The memories that began to fade or distort, like a photo thrown into a flame, no longer bothered him. The sense of wrongness lingered no longer and so too would disappear into ash and spark.

  "My name could be Flammemoria!" The man would explain in jubilant glee. "Yeah! Thats sounds cool! I think?"

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  Below the sparkling stars was a small castle, its old walls crawling with rose vines illuminated by the moonlight. The vines serving to only worsen the defensive capacity of the walls but works well for its aesthetics. Around it also lay a village with houses of thatched roofs.

  Beyond just the village, lay the fields of wheat and slumbering cattle and watchful farmers. Near the fields and barns was a large mill, a flag of the village dancing in the nightly winds that blew as gently as a mother's lullaby.

  A young farm girl, from one of the farmhouses situated in the fields, was a young girl, hair as yellow as the wheat they grew, and skin as white as oat. Her brown eyes stares out into the winking stars, admiring them for their beauty.

  If she were one of the adults, this girl may have placed some fancy idea on what the stars mean to her, but in all honesty, they were just that, beautiful. She did not need any other answer, her own satisfies her enough, especially in its plain simplicity.

  From behind, a small dog resembling an Akita Inu approached the girl. It brushed up against her leg which dangled from the bench she sat, before it would find comfort beneath the girl, letting out a yawn beforehand.

  The girl, looked to her Dog, and gave it a smile before returning to star gazing. There, just in time, she saw one of the stars fall, leaving behind it a trail she found pretty. The girl would trace the path of the star with her finger, and with one eye closed, found that the star may have landed somewhere beyond the hills.

  So with her destination in mind, she resolved to set out tonight and look for the fallen star. Raising her fist into the sky while letting out a silent war cry, she would attempt to rush out, only for someone to grab her by the scruff.

  Looking back, the girl found her dog had stopped her. It let out a frustrated huff before pulling the girl back inside the house. She would frantically point to her destination, letting out silent exasperated gasp and with a frantic look on her face. She really wanted to go find the star….