❝ No change, I can't change I
can't change, I can't change
But i'm here in my mold I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people from one day to the
next, ❞
➳
𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 man stood on the mountain top, his silver gaze clouded with years of jaded pain. Silence, pure silence encased the skies and wind. He had no obligations on the Deiki Mountain, though always found himself perched there. He felt at peace, especially with all of the failed hopes and dreams he carried everywhere.

The man was no older than 26, though no one could really answer for him. He had piled on bags from hours of insomnia, bruised hands weary from holding one too many things, and long, knee length brown hair that cascaded in the wind. He was beautiful, but tired. He looked as if nothing could surprise him. No time for games or fun or even simple laughter. No, he looked passed all of the nonsense.

Behind him, however, was something of great importance. A crimson, blood stained moon stared at the man's backside. Unmoving, blank, and bitter. Though, this moon meant 1 thing, 1 thing that'll change everything.

One more chance, it speaks. You will try again for this world.

And in that chance, he would find the forgiveness for his sins that were committed so long ago.