Have you ever heard of a curse cast not by magic... but by fate itself?
They call it destiny's curse. Most people wouldn't believe in such a thing—until it wraps its hands around their life and never lets go.
But me? I carry the curse.
It chose me. Or perhaps... it forgot to let me go.
No sorcery. No sacred judgment. Just silence—and then, time no longer touched me.
One day, I simply kept living.
Immortal.
It sounds like a blessing.
It isn't.
The cruelest part of immortality isn't the endless years—it's what those years take from you.
I've watched the people I loved fade into ash and time. Seen the light leave their eyes. Held them as their final breath slipped past my immortal fingers.
Again. And again. And again.
Eventually, I stopped counting the years. They melted into each other, like ink in water.
(slow breath in... and out)
Now, I'm tired.
I want to sleep.
Not the restless sleep of mortals, but the kind where time forgets you. Where memories cannot follow. Where even destiny cannot reach.
And so—I left.
He stepped into the cave, where silence grew thick as stone. With each step, the world dimmed, until only the echo of eternity remained.
He lay down, not to rest... but to disappear.