#thoughtsofmind

What kind of Story is this: The story appears to be a reflective narrative that combines elements of personal experience, introspection, and contemplation about life's uncertainties. It delves into themes such as resilience, the impact of pivotal moments, and the desire for personal growth and change. The narrative explores hypothetical scenarios and raises existential questions about the nature of life and the potential for altering one's destiny. Overall, it can be categorized as a contemplative or reflective piece with elements of drama and a touch of philosophical inquiry.

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Summary: I suddenly remember that when I was younger, I fell victim to an assault and robbery by two men during the rainy days. They pushed me down a not-so-deep cliff, but I managed to stand up and fight for myself to retrieve the things they had stolen. I often think, what if on that day, I had not been able to defend myself? What if I had been fatally injured during the fight, stabbed, or struck on the head with a rock by one of the attackers? Could this period of time be just my imagination during my last moments, envisioning what might happen in the future? What if, before people die, they receive the gift of foresight to see the future if they had not died? What if the current moment is my last in the real-time of my life? This perception has deeply embedded itself in my mind, and I am curious about whether such a future can be changed. Wouldn't that be great? To alter things from the past and become the best version of myself today. My mind is playing tricks on me, and I'm unsure whether it's a good or bad thing. If it's true, how do I return to reality and continue living? I hope things will improve and help me discern what's truly in my mind. These thoughts have suddenly troubled me.

If it is true, perhaps I won't suffer as much as I have been through. Maybe people who escape death possess this ability, allowing them to become better versions of themselves. What if the process of the mind is like a tied knot—difficult to untie but still possible with persistent effort? What if this kind of gift is a once-in-a-lifetime experience and can never happen again? I hope that is the case because, if so, please wake up. Wake up and keep fighting for your life. Strive to be the better version of yourself, succeeding in what you can do. Don't let death hinder you from achieving your goals and becoming the person you want to be. This perception is fascinating; I am crafting my own story now, and it's exhilarating to think there's a possibility to change who I am today and be the best I can be.

I would like to see this through and find out how long it will take to break through. Everything feels real if that's the case. Many people wish for this kind of opportunity—an opportunity to change their reality and become the person they've always wanted to be. I hope this could be true.

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Full Story Once, in the tumultuous days of my youth, I found myself ensnared in a harrowing ordeal. It was during the relentless downpour of the rainy season that two malevolent figures, shrouded by the storm, accosted me. Their assault and robbery left me battered and bruised, as they callously pushed me down a precipice that, while not deep, held the potential to be a grave.

Summoning every ounce of strength, I rose from the muddy ground, determined to reclaim what they had stolen. As I reflect on that fateful day, I wonder: What if I hadn't been able to fend them off? What if I had succumbed to a fatal injury, be it from a stabbing or a blow to the head with a merciless rock wielded by one of my attackers?

These musings extend beyond the confines of mere reminiscence. Could that slice of time have been my subconscious conjuring a glimpse into a potential future during my last moments? Is it conceivable that, before facing death, individuals are bestowed with the gift of foresight, a chance to witness the alternate reality they might inhabit if spared?

As these contemplations intertwine with the fabric of my mind, I am consumed by a burning curiosity. Can such a foreseen destiny be altered? Imagine the allure—changing the course of one's past to manifest the best version of oneself in the present. Yet, my mind is a tempest of uncertainty, oscillating between the realms of optimism and trepidation.

If, indeed, this revelation holds true, perhaps it serves as a lifeline for those who have narrowly escaped death. Is the human mind a knot, tightly bound, yet susceptible to unravelling with unwavering perseverance? What if this extraordinary gift is a fleeting experience, a single occurrence in the grand tapestry of one's existence?

In the event that these conjectures align with reality, I implore myself to awaken. To rise from the shadows of what could have been and embrace the prospect of a transformed existence. It becomes a call to arms—to resist the inertia of despair and strive toward a better self, unshackled by the specter of mortality.

The allure of such a perception is profound. It inspires a narrative of self-redemption, a saga wherein the protagonist crafts their destiny with the tools of resilience and tenacity. The prospect of rewriting the script of one's life is tantalizing, injecting a sense of purpose and agency into the labyrinth of existence.

And u

U came into my mind

I stumbled

Leaves crunching

The people running and yelling

And softly, I

I loved you

The waters of my heart (which I thought I dried up)

Burst through the dam

And flooded me with you.

And the flower grew within me

And the people screamed and prayed

And I turned around

With my heart in my hands

And a river from my head

So I long for the touch

Of a lover, a sister,

In Depth Headcanon Prompts; [accepting]

۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

[…As you wish]

There is one specific demon I did not mention the first time this was asked. This is something Ryou has yet to truly encounter at the canon point I am role playing him from. That is the reason for the omission. There are hints that this demon is already there, but is fought against by some other force and is unable to truly bond with him.

This demon is named Great Leader JUDO.

In Depth Character Prompts; [accepting]

❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust.

Ryou does not speak very often. However, if he chooses to speak to you, that does not mean he trusts you. There are very little ways that he displays complete trust through verbal communication. Though, a very gentle or friendly tone may be a good place to start.

I believe a full display of his trust, verbally, would be him confessing something very personal and something he never would share otherwise. It would be when he and another are completely alone and when it’s relevant to his current emotions, of course. It would only be when he confesses a secret desire, his darkest fears, anything that could be used against him, that you would know that he trusts you so completely.

⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself?

There is much that causes him to question himself. Badan’s promises of returning his memories along with the voice of the scientist who revealed to him the truth: Badan lied. They were the ones who erased his memories. He questioned what he was doing, why he was doing it, and for what end.

The appearance of the woman in light is another factor that causes him to question himself. Her tears and her smiles cause him to question. Is this the path she wanted for him? If he continues what he’s doing yet she ends up crying again, did that mean he was always wrong?

☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?