Whispers from the forbidden horizon Chapter 1: Against Time - 1

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"At the end of the horizon, the truth lies by the sea. Those who sought out in blight of it's truth, shall rain asunder and flee." Those words echoed throughout a dimly-lit room. A man preaching words incomprehensible stood in the middle. The single lightbulb continued to shine beneath the man, as if making sure he's in the spotlight. Circling the man, are countless tables that stretch through the darkness. Shadowy figures stood straight from various places, not too near yet not too far from that man himself. They watch with no eyes and no mouth. Their silhouette only stood, no movements shall be done; as it is never the intention. "To seek out truth, you must find it's meaning through yourself first! Those who shan't not heed my words will be turned into ashes." The man flaired his white robe across the room in a circular motion. His arms swayed like a swift wind on a turbulent day. Among the crowd of silhouettes. Lein, was also in this rather... Weird service. He recently turned 16, and his parents immediately brought him into this. 'What were they thinking?' he said to himself as he is locked in place. Ever since Lein appeared in the service as a shadowy silhouette like everyone else, he couldn't shake off the dread of how heavy everything is. Even though his parents described him of what it would feel, the atmosphere was entirely different. Lein kept that feeling bottled up as felt more shadowy figures emerged in someplace. Lein couldn't see or move, but he can still feel, hear, and sense. 'While I am curious what all is this about, isn't this just nonsense? Why would my mom pay such a hefty fine for a man to just... Yap about an old fairy tale?' The man was indeed talking about an old fairy tale; it was a story that was orally passed down through generations. It is a story that will continue to exist for eons to come. It won't go away from day to day life, it was something that was meant to etched in time forever. It's about pursuing the knowledge of creativity. What it means to innovate and conjure between the fine line of something absurd or something revolutionary. Through the heroine of the story, we were able to see what it means to be creative. Something that we should encompass in our lives. However, the story's meaning goes even deeper than just creativity, and that is why there was a service held in the first place. The man kept shouting his interpretation of the story, adding twists of truth and theory. He continued until his voice was no more. Lein, even though he knows what he was listening to was pure nonsense, continued to attentively listen as if it was something important, even though he knows it was not something to take notice of at all. 'How boring...' Lein was getting sleepy. The shadowy silhouette of his was slowly fading away. However, before he could vanish and leave the service: "Do you know what it means to live such a devoted life? It's absolutely boring!" Lein responded, as if he was talking to him, subtle and unassuming. 'Yeah that is kinda boring, imagine devoting yourself to something of the past instead of putting your head into the future.' In Lein's train of thought, he subconsciously assumed the man was talking to him. "But the reason why I have devoted myself to such an extent is not because I want to. But rather..." Lein chuckled inside, 'It was out of boredom...?' The man put his hand onto his chest, "It was an epiphany. Like I was meant to pursue this path. Someone merely guided me to this, and I took it's advice and stretched forward." '...' Lein stopped his inner monologue. The service is going somewhere different from what was leading before this. "So, as a piece of advice: Please, never be guided. I regret this position. I wish to live the way I want." After uttering such words, the lightbulb mysteriously shattered. And Lein was awake. "..." Lein clutched his chest as if he was having trouble of breathing. Those last words resonated like a sword stabbing his heart. From that exper