# DE: A Tale of Dark Eden

Author: El-Hereje
Tags: No-Yiff, dark eden, poetic, surreal

 **_D_**** _EMENTIU_ ****_M_** _~ __est__ ~_ **_E_**** _TERNITA_ ****_E_**

_Dark Eden_

_Why... why... why..._

_Why?!&nbsp; Why... why..._

_WHY?!&nbsp; Why... why..._

_Where am I?&nbsp;_ I woke up in this place, separated from the rest of the race.&nbsp; My memory is foggy, I feel groggy and heavy.

_What is this?&nbsp;_ To the world it bore no resemblance, I didn't even know whether I was alive.&nbsp; I tried to stand and found I can't.&nbsp; There's no air, but how am I breathing?&nbsp; Did this have some hidden meaning?

There's ash everywhere, wherever I look dunes of gray.&nbsp; What it meant I could never begin to say.&nbsp; All I know is I don't intend to stay.&nbsp; Flashing images haunt me and I don't understand - what I want to know is how I got to this surreal land.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Faces, I see thousands of featureless faces, screaming.&nbsp; I must be dreaming?&nbsp; Something's consuming them before my eyes.&nbsp; _Here, everybody dies._

I found the energy to stand; started to wander and all the while I'd wonder.&nbsp; _Where is this?&nbsp;_ No other trace of life, everything seemed like the charred phantom of some ancient strife.&nbsp; The sky was crimson, the clouds were obsidian, and when I saw the sun I confess I wanted to scream - _no sound came out._

The sun was a spiral of dark fire; something hell might inspire.&nbsp; It pulled everything from the ground and threw it around in an endless cyclone.&nbsp; I felt no pull; in fact I fear I felt nothing at all.

I heard a voice, it told me: _you made this choice._

_&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; WHY?!_

My eyes shot wide, something stirring inside.&nbsp; The memories were coming back and could've given me a heart attack - _if I had a heartbeat; now I'm just a walking piece of meat.&nbsp;_ I could see a woman's face, she was crying and screaming something I couldn't hear - between us a wall of glass - and then there was a great blast!

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Faces, I see thousands of featureless faces, screaming.&nbsp; I must be dreaming?&nbsp; The blast is burning through them - a hundred thousand consumed.&nbsp; _Here, everybody dies._

I see a forest of trees, blackened trunks and branches reaching for the sky - it looked like they didn't want to die, offering an unspoken prayer for somebody to care; for some sunlight to cure them of their carbonized blight.&nbsp; There's nobody around and the wildlife is missing, the world is so empty and quiet.&nbsp; I'm alone, I want to moan and I wish I could cry - but every time I try I only end up dry.&nbsp; There's no noise in this place, and of life there isn't even the slightest trace.

The memories are still foggy, I'm trying to find why they involve me.&nbsp; I came to find a highway, half buried in the dunes of gray.&nbsp; It's beginning to snow, but it's not ice though.&nbsp; My eyes are burning, but for some reason I can't feel anything else.&nbsp; The voice has come back to my mind - this time it sounds like it's coming from behind: _you made this choice._

Turning around, I see there's nobody abound.&nbsp; If I could, I'd frown.&nbsp; Here it seems I'm king, because I'm all who's left to wear a crown.

Another image flashes before my eyes - I can't believe it, they have to be lies!&nbsp; In the streets there are hundreds, rioting - I tried pounding on the glass wall but it refuses to fall.&nbsp; The voiceless girl is sobbing, I feel a yearning to hear and hold her.&nbsp; Words leave my mouth, rolling from my tongue but this loud ringing messed up my hearing.&nbsp; There's a box, I think I left it somewhere.&nbsp; The blast again - its flames found me and swallowed everything in sight.

That's me... right?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Faces, I see thousands of featureless faces, screaming.&nbsp; I must be dreaming?&nbsp; What words did I leave - what was she screaming; when fire consumed us and all those in the streets?&nbsp; _Here, everybody dies._

That voice keeps beckoning me, it's calling me toward it.&nbsp; I feel rage boiling inside me - _why am I here?&nbsp; I want to be free!&nbsp;_ It urges me to break into a run and finds me bolting through the snowing ashes.&nbsp; Breathless and with a chest that was burning, I found the voice's owner.&nbsp; Something horrific, a fox made of silver fire and three darkest abyssal eyes.

I tried to scream at it, "_Who are you?!"&nbsp;_ Somehow I think it knew what I wanted to say, even though my voice was gone.&nbsp; _What did I do wrong?_

It just grins and flicks its head at me.&nbsp; Confused, I turn to see and end up dropping to my knees.&nbsp; Thousands of people - or maybe they once were; their bodies charred and boney as if burnt.&nbsp; Their faces are hidden, behind masks of reflective silver - leaving them featureless.&nbsp; _What's the meaning of this?_

They're pointing at me, and now I finally see as the last memory comes to me.

_I'm bringing down this wall, even if the world has to fall,_ I found myself saying to the girl beyond the glass.&nbsp; I understand now - she's begging; beseeching me not to.&nbsp; What else am I going to do?&nbsp; There's a bomb that I built, one to challenge God and unite us - _I must!&nbsp;_ As the blast grows and clouds my sight, I can see my reflection on the glass and I see...

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ...I'm smiling.

This revelation leaves me shrieking, in shock I grab my head - but I'm watching my accusers instead.&nbsp; They've pulled off their masks, but rather than faces beneath their bodies crumble to ashes; pulled into the whirlwind above me.&nbsp; I've tried to raise my head and keep screaming, but now the fox is restraining me and whispering: _you made this choice._

There's broken glass on the ground before me, it's absolutely eye-widening.&nbsp; A reflection again, but this time I can see.&nbsp; Shuddering, I've shifted my hands from the sides of my skull and reached for my face.

To remove the mask that I placed...

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ...but it's too late, I've burned it into my flesh with a wish so selfish.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Faces, I see thousands of faces.&nbsp; They're weeping and begging, screaming at me not to push the button.&nbsp; Here I am again, in the world I burned.&nbsp; The fox is showing me how I could've been free; a ghost of me putting my hand flat against the glass to match the girl's.&nbsp; With horror I watch how we kissed through the glass - causing it to shatter.

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