I began to question my motives. Can I really trust this guy?
Perhaps I made yet another silly mistake, by having faith in a
stranger. What if it's a trap? Even though he seemed like a
trustworthy, determined person, I still have my doubts. One of
the reasons for this is, because I am waiting in this damned,
dark alley for 2 hours straight, I am losing my patience.
Once I reached into my pocket to grab yet another cigar, I
realised that I have already smoked all of them. Unsure wether to
stay or go, I used this situation as a sign. Thus I headed back.
It is 6 am in the morning. Even though I should wake up by now,
I decide to take a quick nap, it's not like I have anything to do
today, especially that it is sunday.
Here I am again, walking through a gloomy, dark road. I wonder
if I will meet anyone of value. As my legs grow weary, I decide
to levitate instead. No I am not physically exhausted, sticking
to one method of transportation is sometimes a bit too much for
my mind, my ability to concentrate is not as powerful, as when I
used to be alive. Right, I forgot to tell you. In fact I am dead.
You could pretty much call me a ghost.
As I dive deeper and deeper into the astral roads, I finally
spot another being. It was a musculine, pale man. I think it
would be perfectly fair to describe him as an ideal example of a
fresh, new inhabitant of the astral plains. By taking just a
quick glimpse of his behavior, it was already clear to me, that
he did not wish to end here. After aimlessly staring at the area
surrounding the person, I decided to get back on my feet and
approach him. If I am to have any chances in not getting ignored
from the sight, I need to imitate a standard, living human.
- Welcome to the plains of the astral. Would you like me to guide
you, aswell as explain the basics of this world?
After nervously analyzing every bit of me, the guy decided to
- Wh-who the fuck are you!?
- Please calm yourself, I am not here to harm you
- Hahahaha, of course you aren..just like this little cunt who
stabbed me in the back! Just look me in the eyes, do you really
fucking think I want your help?
After doing as he asked, I did what I should not. After taking a
brief trip through the man's line of faith, I realised that I
came fifty years too early. There's no helping for a lad, whose
body still exists in the plane of the living.
- Can you please tell me your name? - I asked politely
- Kuno, now fuck off.
Thus I bowed and took my leave. After moving a good enough
distance, I wrote the lad's name in the air with my finger, as to
store it in my memory.
You know, even after 859 years of traveling through different
planes, seeing all kinds of nasty stuff, from people being
tortured by astral copies of their life - long companions, to
fellows trying to commit suicide over and over, without realizing
the fact tha they cannot die in this realm, I still didn't become
an ice - cold monster.