"Ahhhk!"
Vermur. This poor lost boy. Lost in this snowy terrain gazed onward as he saw something that ignited a sensation that he experienced many times before.
This sensation came at the most oblivious times and yet felt like the necessary one to feel. Felt like the only one he could feel at those. Whether at near death or celebration or resting lazily somewhere or running or hiding or sleeping or zoning out or even when he was just wondering through the hundreds of unanswered mysteries that once lain in his mind. All destroyed by the later things he went through.
One by one. As they faded. As they were torn away. As they plucked out. As they were shoved aside. As they were removed. As they filtered away slowly by slowly. As they were leaving him one by one whether passively or directly whether by his action or not. One thing... one sensation remained.
Hungar? No.
Happiness? No.
Sadness? No
Craziness? No.
Then what could it be?
"Ahhhk"
It was the sensation that pulled his slowly untethered being back together. Not in a wholesome way but in a way that made he continue looking even when his mind was half dead. The sensation that drove his unconsciously. The sensation that gave him the zill to do many things. Whether in his most anxious moments. Or his most calm ones. This sensation never left his side. It stayed beside him and every little emotion and through every experience that he'd faced.
Within him. It hid and disguised itself to feel like a rather positive and harmless feeling. But the beadt that once hinted, saw it clearly for what it truly was. It was a emotion that could drive the most outrageous acion and heinous crimes and yet. Within Vermur. It intended no harm to him.
It only wanted one thing. This emotion. This feeling. This sensation. This... greed.
It wasn't the regular greed of tge average person, no. Not a greed for success, not a greed for food, not a greed for justice nor for survival. This was a gentle greed. And like an assassin carried a gentle physique and polished surface of lies and persuasion. But with the skills to kill a the mass in an instance of minutes. This was an innocuous greed. If they may say so themselves.
And this sensation enveloped him once more as his trembled furiously, unable to move due its broken and battered state.
But why? Why even now why was he trying to move? Instead of accepting the gruesome reality of his life right now... tsk tsk tsk. One would say. How foolish of this young boy.
But one could not fully blame him. As he lain there lifeless and flatly like a rag. His breathes spanning thinner and thinner with each passing second. It trembled heavily as a train passed by him. Not so far and not close enough for anyone to notice him. But then... was there anyone there?
And if so would they help him? Comfort him even in his most obviously final moments? No. He thought. They'd probably snear in disgust and walk away from his mangled and nearly lifeless body. Maybe even spitting on him a little to fully mark their disgust onto him. And head on with their journey.
And so, after a little whole the train passed and passed and passed by. My was this a long train? But unlike this dream and his hopes of living the train eventually left his area of vision and trailed on without rest. Probably heading somewhere that was full of life. People. People who smiled. Ate. Drank. Danced and... maybe even lived a little more hope that could grow day by day as they waited for their futures to come on along and sweep them away. Into long happy beautiful futures.
Vermur wished for the same and that even if he couldn't have ut all like everyone else. He... he wanted something to hold onto. Something to help him get by until his future was but nearly a step away-
And-
"Hahhhk!"
He did have it. Something to hold onto. Something to pull him further into a future that he live in happily. And that was-
His greed.
"Fhhaaak!"
His innocuous greed. That disguised itself as ambition.
Despite this. His broken face light up. His torn and smashed heart skipped a beat. His mangled body twitched once more.
Like an animal making a final shudder to feel... if whether it was veing wripped apart to only a painful dreaded death or... if it was going to die alone-
And... in peace.
His right hand which was still surprisingly intact moved. It moved towards something. The muscles that had remained perfectly intact. Trembled violently as they struggled to push his arm towards what it had unconsciously reached out for.
But what was it?
This thing that he had reached out glowed a vermillion hue upin his faced but was greatly dimmed out by the blurry snowy air of this terrain.
Standing at a height of 0.3m tall, a flower much akin to a blossom whose petals drooped with a sharp crimson edge numbered upto about 12 beautiful petals. And it's centre? Was occupied with an orbs that glowed a bright vermillion hue as mist of different sorts of rose colors swayed within. Making ot look almost magical in a way. Like as if he was in dream of the sort.
And so, his hand trembled hard though it gently landed on the orb of the petal.
He now felt fuzzy and a little more complete inside. Like a man resting in his cabin in the middle of a dark snowy forest during a cold winter night whilst sitting next to a fire place.
His mind then felt hazy but not in the uncomfortable way.
His eyes fluttered rapidly as his breathes began to rise and fall steadily. As if preparing to sleep. In a dream? Yes, haha. For even in the land of conscious dreams... one could sleep even further.
And so Vermur who felt lie everything was finally in place even in his last moments. He faintly uttered, "I~I don't... know why it is... ever-everything had to be like this but...."
"Ha~a~h, I thank you, my Lord for this final rest... thank you so- so much-"
And so he fainted. His breathes weak but continuous. And as he rested... the glow of the flower grew. And grew. And grew. And grew and grew so much so that it enveloped the a small area of the place that his mangled body lain. But for in this dream that lived and breathed.
A destiny that constantly lingered.
Whispered a message of the news to him and it said, "Wake up Vermur, The Dual-faced Soul."
"For your dream, has not yet ceased."