Sorrow 3D Render, Digital Artwork by Henry1850

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Sorrow

3D Render by Henry1850

SORROW

In the aftermath of that fateful day, as I stood amidst the ruins of what was once our proud and thriving homeland, a gnawing sense of guilt and failure haunted Hishu. The echoes of my friends' desperate screams lingered in the air, blending with the rapid thud of my heart as I desperately sought escape from the relentless onslaught.

Driven by a desperate determination to redeem myself and rescue my friends from the clutches of the malevolent forces, I, Hishu, returned to the desolation that was once our cherished land. However, fate had a cruel twist awaiting me, as I was soon ensnared by my enemies and subjected to relentless brutal torture.

The days that followed were a nightmarish blur of pain and suffering. Beaten to within an inch of my life, I, Hishu, clung to the fragments of my shattered resolve. In the midst of my torment, I found myself sharing the wretched confines of captivity with another prisoner, a survivor like myself named Jiro. As our tormentors reveled in their sadistic games, alternating their focus between us, a tenuous bond formed between Jiro and me.

In the unbearable lulls between bouts of agony, Jiro divulged the horrifying fate that had befallen our friends. They had not merely met death; instead, a more insidious doom awaited them. Their souls had been violently torn from their bodies, leaving them in a state neither living nor dead. These wretched beings, stripped of the essence that defined their existence, were condemned to wander the land as obedient servants to the very forces that had robbed them of life.

As the reality of this unthinkable fate settled upon my weary shoulders, the intense weight of sorrow deepened. I grappled with the profound horror of imagining the unimaginable torment my friends endured, trapped in a perpetual state of limbo, neither free nor at rest. The revelation pierced through my soul, inflicting wounds that surpassed the physical pain inflicted upon my battered body.

With newfound determination, born from the depths of sorrow, Jiro and I forged a desperate plan. A plan to defy the very forces that sought to bind our friends in eternal servitude. The journey ahead was perilous, and the shadows of our past failures loomed large. Yet, propelled by the desperate desire to liberate our friends from a fate worse than death, both of us, will embarked on a treacherous path that held the promise of redemption or ultimate doom.

While we gain a small glimmer of hope, we were still prisoners, in this sadistic prison of lost souls. But in time even that small glimmer of hope faded to the relentless reality of the sorrow of our sorry lives, lost in this hell.