56 A Crying Man!
It was perfectly obvious what this entire location stood for. It was regret, the regret of losing his family and of not being able to save them. Regret was the emotion. Maybe because I watched him walk and golden eyes followed him as he went..
"Every being that walked on this world, from a small butterfly to a mighty dragon, they have their own story, a story filled with adventure where they laugh and cry, and we as mind dragons act as spectators, we are who watch them, we carry all those emotions, and make sure those emotions never die," my mother used to say.
When I was a kid, I used to think of it as a fairy tale. When I thought of this, I thought that the responsibility of mind dragons was to ensure that those emotions would never disappear from this world. I always believed that it was impossible for us as mind dragons to spread all of those emotions. However, now that I am here, I think those words were not what i thought they were. At the very least, they were not completely incorrect.
We mind dragons are spectators to the anguish of others we watch all of those feelings, and we learn from them we learn from the mistakes that others make we watch them to remind ourselves of what to do and what not to do we watch to ensure that we will not come to the same conclusions about our actions as they did and we watch to ensure that we will not feel as much regret as they did.
The phrase "we make sure those emotions never die" did not imply that we are required to disseminate those feelings and allow other people to experience them. Instead, it meant that we must watch other people struggle in order to ensure that the emotions, including the regret of others, the sorrow of others, and the anger of others, reside within us. The responsibility of mind dragons is to remain silent as they observe all other beings as they suffer, cry, and suffer.
And then to use that to improve ourselves, how cruel, I thought as I finally understood what those fairy tales meant,
[intruder detected, triggering safety protocols]
[intruder detected, triggering safety protocols].
While I was engrossed in my thoughts, I became aware of a voice that was foreign to me it sounded as if it did not even come from a living thing.
And after that everything went silent, w-what was that voice right now I thought as I looked at him, he just kept walking without explaining anything, and as soon as I saw this I knew that he wasn't going to answer. "Stop all safety protocols," he calmly spoke, [deactivating all safety protocols] the voice said.
I picked up my pace and reached right beside his huge body as we reached the top. As I looked at him, I saw him looking at the flowing memories that were trapped inside that glowing ball, and he asked me, "what is this?" His voice did not leak any emotions, but his eyes were the complete opposite they were full of emotions. As we assented, I could see the large ball of light with various memories silently flowing inside it.
"It's your soul," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I see so this is my soul," he said, not moving his gaze that was watching his soul. However, I could tell that his eyes were not really looking at the soul, but rather they were looking somewhere beyond it.
A group of people was gathered around a campfire two of them, a man and a woman, were arguing a man was perched on top of a tree surveying the area with an odd object in his hand a blond woman with blue eyes was staring at the food being cooked on the campfire with an odd glint in her eyes and a man sat silently with the blond women.
He didn't say anything, but he was constantly scanning the area. The blond woman appeared to be very close to him as she prepared to shove, a piece of hot meat in his mouth. She was grinning, and even though it was only a memory, I could understand what she was feeling.
The more I observed the memories, the more I realized that the people in that particular fragment of memory were all perched atop a mountain of corpses with blood spurting nonstop from their wounds. When we reached the top, there was a man who appeared to have collapsed as if he had no more strength in his legs. He was wearing the same pair of clothes as the man and woman in the memory.
The people in the memory were all dead, and the man standing in front of us was unharmed and not bleeding from any of his wounds. He was also constantly dripping water from his face and was gazing down at the ground.
He was crying,
I had a question as I stared at the man, but I wasn't sure how to ask it. After gathering my courage, I opened my mouth to say what was on my mind.
I was going to ask him, "Why are there only memories of humans in his soul," but nothing came out. I was too afraid to ask, so I looked at his face instead. As before, there were no emotions visible on his cat face.
However, his eyes were completely different they were filled with hatred, anger, blood thrust, and most of all, sadness. It was the first time I had ever seen those emotions, they were so intense that I wished I could turn around and run away. However, I was rooted to the ground, and my legs did not move in the slightest.
After glancing at the individual for a little moment, he raised his head and stated, "copy all of the languages from this world into a memory, and then make preparations for transfusing them." After he finished speaking, he turned his attention back to the man.
[soul print required] the voice said and then he placed his paw on the ball of light,
[soul print accepted, copying the data]
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[100%]
As I listened to the words that I had never heard before, all I could do was stare blankly ahead of me.
Soon after, a shard of light emerged from the center of the glowing orb it had the appearance of a water droplet but had stripes of red, green, and black across its surface.
As I looked at him in complete confusion, the shard of light descended from above and floated in front of him. i took a few steps back, but he simply pushed the shard forward.
He said, "here is the memory that contains all the languages," and as I looked at the memory that was floating in front of me, I wondered what would happen if I touched it. Normally, the memories that I would have gone through would have gradually transfused the information about the memory into my brain however, now it was right in front of me, just floating there in a fragment of light.
I hesitated before touching it, and when I did, the ball of light shattered into many little bits of light that then seeped into my soul. It appeared to be so stunningly beautiful that it held my attention for a split second before it faded from my mind.
However, I was immediately pulled out of condition as unbarring pain went through my skull. It felt like multiple voices were shouting different sentences in my head at the same time, and it felt as though my head was going to explode open. I had never before experienced pain on such a scale as that which was caused by such an event.
"AAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhh" a scream eventually escaped my mouth,
I tried to scream that it was too much, that it hurt too much, that someone should help me, but none of my words were heard. , I thought as I fell down, and clenched my head as hard as I could, the raving of different words went through my head, different words with different sounds and pronunciations, were being spoken to in my mind, and I fell down, not being able to stand any longer, and I fell on the corpse.
I fell to the ground and hit my head, but there was no head surface for me to hit it on. Instead, the only thing that was there for me to hit my head on was a pile of corpses that had begun to putrefy. In my state of helplessness, I glanced up to the only being that was there.
As for him, he was staring at me the way he was gazing at me made me feel as though a higher being or God was observing me the iciness in his gaze caused me to experience an even greater amount of agony and as the tears slid down my cheeks, I eventually let out a yell.
"H-help me" I yelled as loud as I could, but my sobbing was so loud that it was hard to tell what I was saying. When he moved, though, happiness erupted from the depths of my heart as I stared at him. Move towards me, his every step felt as though a long time had passed, and when he reached me, he placed his paw on my head while simply whispering, "bring her back to her body."
[ command accepted]
As soon as those words were repeated, my eyes sprung up, and I bowed down. The anguish that I thought would go away was still there the only difference was that I was now in the real world.
56 A Crying Man!
It was perfectly obvious what this entire location stood for. It was regret, the regret of losing his family and of not being able to save them. Regret was the emotion. Maybe because I watched him walk and golden eyes followed him as he went..
"Every being that walked on this world, from a small butterfly to a mighty dragon, they have their own story, a story filled with adventure where they laugh and cry, and we as mind dragons act as spectators, we are who watch them, we carry all those emotions, and make sure those emotions never die," my mother used to say.
When I was a kid, I used to think of it as a fairy tale. When I thought of this, I thought that the responsibility of mind dragons was to ensure that those emotions would never disappear from this world. I always believed that it was impossible for us as mind dragons to spread all of those emotions. However, now that I am here, I think those words were not what i thought they were. At the very least, they were not completely incorrect.
We mind dragons are spectators to the anguish of others we watch all of those feelings, and we learn from them we learn from the mistakes that others make we watch them to remind ourselves of what to do and what not to do we watch to ensure that we will not come to the same conclusions about our actions as they did and we watch to ensure that we will not feel as much regret as they did.
The phrase "we make sure those emotions never die" did not imply that we are required to disseminate those feelings and allow other people to experience them. Instead, it meant that we must watch other people struggle in order to ensure that the emotions, including the regret of others, the sorrow of others, and the anger of others, reside within us. The responsibility of mind dragons is to remain silent as they observe all other beings as they suffer, cry, and suffer.
And then to use that to improve ourselves, how cruel, I thought as I finally understood what those fairy tales meant,
[intruder detected, triggering safety protocols]
[intruder detected, triggering safety protocols].
While I was engrossed in my thoughts, I became aware of a voice that was foreign to me it sounded as if it did not even come from a living thing.
And after that everything went silent, w-what was that voice right now I thought as I looked at him, he just kept walking without explaining anything, and as soon as I saw this I knew that he wasn't going to answer. "Stop all safety protocols," he calmly spoke, [deactivating all safety protocols] the voice said.
I picked up my pace and reached right beside his huge body as we reached the top. As I looked at him, I saw him looking at the flowing memories that were trapped inside that glowing ball, and he asked me, "what is this?" His voice did not leak any emotions, but his eyes were the complete opposite they were full of emotions. As we assented, I could see the large ball of light with various memories silently flowing inside it.
"It's your soul," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I see so this is my soul," he said, not moving his gaze that was watching his soul. However, I could tell that his eyes were not really looking at the soul, but rather they were looking somewhere beyond it.
A group of people was gathered around a campfire two of them, a man and a woman, were arguing a man was perched on top of a tree surveying the area with an odd object in his hand a blond woman with blue eyes was staring at the food being cooked on the campfire with an odd glint in her eyes and a man sat silently with the blond women.
He didn't say anything, but he was constantly scanning the area. The blond woman appeared to be very close to him as she prepared to shove, a piece of hot meat in his mouth. She was grinning, and even though it was only a memory, I could understand what she was feeling.
The more I observed the memories, the more I realized that the people in that particular fragment of memory were all perched atop a mountain of corpses with blood spurting nonstop from their wounds. When we reached the top, there was a man who appeared to have collapsed as if he had no more strength in his legs. He was wearing the same pair of clothes as the man and woman in the memory.
The people in the memory were all dead, and the man standing in front of us was unharmed and not bleeding from any of his wounds. He was also constantly dripping water from his face and was gazing down at the ground.
He was crying,
I had a question as I stared at the man, but I wasn't sure how to ask it. After gathering my courage, I opened my mouth to say what was on my mind.
I was going to ask him, "Why are there only memories of humans in his soul," but nothing came out. I was too afraid to ask, so I looked at his face instead. As before, there were no emotions visible on his cat face.
However, his eyes were completely different they were filled with hatred, anger, blood thrust, and most of all, sadness. It was the first time I had ever seen those emotions, they were so intense that I wished I could turn around and run away. However, I was rooted to the ground, and my legs did not move in the slightest.
After glancing at the individual for a little moment, he raised his head and stated, "copy all of the languages from this world into a memory, and then make preparations for transfusing them." After he finished speaking, he turned his attention back to the man.
[soul print required] the voice said and then he placed his paw on the ball of light,
[soul print accepted, copying the data]
[10%]
[20%]
[50%]
[70%]
[100%]
As I listened to the words that I had never heard before, all I could do was stare blankly ahead of me.
Soon after, a shard of light emerged from the center of the glowing orb it had the appearance of a water droplet but had stripes of red, green, and black across its surface.
As I looked at him in complete confusion, the shard of light descended from above and floated in front of him. i took a few steps back, but he simply pushed the shard forward.
He said, "here is the memory that contains all the languages," and as I looked at the memory that was floating in front of me, I wondered what would happen if I touched it. Normally, the memories that I would have gone through would have gradually transfused the information about the memory into my brain however, now it was right in front of me, just floating there in a fragment of light.
I hesitated before touching it, and when I did, the ball of light shattered into many little bits of light that then seeped into my soul. It appeared to be so stunningly beautiful that it held my attention for a split second before it faded from my mind.
However, I was immediately pulled out of condition as unbarring pain went through my skull. It felt like multiple voices were shouting different sentences in my head at the same time, and it felt as though my head was going to explode open. I had never before experienced pain on such a scale as that which was caused by such an event.
"AAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhh" a scream eventually escaped my mouth,
I tried to scream that it was too much, that it hurt too much, that someone should help me, but none of my words were heard. , I thought as I fell down, and clenched my head as hard as I could, the raving of different words went through my head, different words with different sounds and pronunciations, were being spoken to in my mind, and I fell down, not being able to stand any longer, and I fell on the corpse.
I fell to the ground and hit my head, but there was no head surface for me to hit it on. Instead, the only thing that was there for me to hit my head on was a pile of corpses that had begun to putrefy. In my state of helplessness, I glanced up to the only being that was there.
As for him, he was staring at me the way he was gazing at me made me feel as though a higher being or God was observing me the iciness in his gaze caused me to experience an even greater amount of agony and as the tears slid down my cheeks, I eventually let out a yell.
"H-help me" I yelled as loud as I could, but my sobbing was so loud that it was hard to tell what I was saying. When he moved, though, happiness erupted from the depths of my heart as I stared at him. Move towards me, his every step felt as though a long time had passed, and when he reached me, he placed his paw on my head while simply whispering, "bring her back to her body."
[ command accepted]
As soon as those words were repeated, my eyes sprung up, and I bowed down. The anguish that I thought would go away was still there the only difference was that I was now in the real world.
