Ash-boss
He is Forbidden

That place looks so sad. Behind a gate of trees soaring so high up into his sky, with a domineering black and white color, several tombstones appeared from a distance and were surrounded by a dense black fog, the place that feels dark and creepy still shows one side of its beauty. Where in the midst of the light that managed to penetrate several gaps there was an old tree that became the center of the gathering of calm air for him who was now silent facing the tree.

An old tree that is over a thousand years old. Which each time always grows with a different leaf color. Black, white, or gray color that seems to describe the feeling of him who is now staring with sadness. Once upon a time it was pitch black. Sometimes they look clean white. And this time, the leaves of the tree were gray. He did not show a color. Not black, not white. He's in a color that looks so ambiguous. Just like what he thinks now.

“ Isn't he what is meant by the forbidden? ” mumbling. “ I always wait to be able to bring him whom I cannot recognize...Is he the one? ”

A breeze brought some grove of leaves from the tree around him that did not budge even from where he looked. Just looking and letting the leaves fly and then disappear from a place that so long was taking its time.

“ Have you met the forbidden one? ” The voice that seemed to whisper suddenly came from behind the old tree and made the air around it become a little crowded.

“ She's off limits?? ”

“ Is that true?! ”

“ Have you found it? ”

Voices

that raucous whisper instantly echoed throughout the place. There's so many

a black, white and gray soul rose from within the depths of the fog and

hovering around every corner of the place. Some faces look like that

he was happy and seemed pleased with what he heard. There are also those who do not

show emotion at all but they enjoy the day they can

out of the fog at that place. Some others showed

a gloomy face and a reluctance to comment. Some also look scared.

Fear of him remaining silent will now again explode and injure them

with the blue flames he was igniting unexpectedly.

“ Bring him here..”.

“ All this will be over soon..”

Souls

black then circled around him who was staring silently expressionlessly. The smile from

those souls looked so cold and heartless to him. Once

their gazes met, those black souls incarnated into a figure like him

who stood in silence. A creature that still looks floating

in the surrounding dense black fog. He was wearing a black robe

most of it is part of his own body. Seen from the part

the body was just a hand that resembled a human skull wrapped in skin

flimsy. That part of the face faintly revealed the layers of a human skull

that's so creepy.

“ Bring him here, then all will be done!!… ”

“

Release him who is forbidden..and everything will end.”.

He who

from the beginning did not mean to wake all the souls in the trees

still with his residence. His face still did not show any expression

from behind the mask of a human skull that adorns part of his face.

“ End the sentence... ”.

And all

the face immediately leads to him. He's the one who unlocked the maroon's red cloak

the one that covered his face. The layers of the human skull that have started

covering the forehead and the left side of the face. The eyes on the left are already

replaced with a small white circle that shows a little light. Although

the face was now full of pain, but his figure still carved

a smile that shows how much he suffers with everything he has

skip.

“ Is almost covered..”.

“ Just stay waiting time..”

“ He knows death.

i. ” he said look bright. “And damn it. I'd rather see him.

stay with him.. ”.

He who

on whom. To be sure, he ignored those who were now trying to find a gap

to see what he was thinking.

“ He will only return to ashes..”

“ Fused with nature. ”

“ And open this gate for all of us. ”.

The white souls flashed a light and transformed into the same figure as

black souls who have returned to their original form. Just their color

opposite. Black and white.

As such

that's the game of time in a place that looks sad. When black

incarnate, those who are white will always be souls who float. And

when the light pierced through those with white souls, the darkness instantly devoured

black souls and make them part of it. Grey will always

ends same. They would just float and float around the time axis.

Hearing and ignoring anything they might hear and see.

“ Let him who is forbidden live out his destiny

his life..”

“ Because that's the choice he has made..”.

“ He actually never lived. Neither

ever dead. He was never born or created. He is forbidden. ”

“ He who breaks the boundary between life and death.

He's just an ash. Which should blend together water, air, and fire.”.

He who

the maroon-robed red robe breathed out. Again, he looked in the direction

in the middle of that place. Where the old tree was like enjoying

the breeze that came to that place this time.

“ I have no power over destiny. I'm on my own

being played by destiny itself. ” he said before he chose to go and

through the towering gate to the sky. No one is capable

see how high the end of the gate is. The gate that makes

the place was as if it had never been touched by any creature other than those who

being in. A gate that makes the place like a

cage confinement for those who can now only hover around it.

Ever existed

who tried to walk down the height of the gate that surrounds the place. Seek

the end of the gate with the intention to exit the same shaft that is always lived.

But it always ends the same. He who tries to find the gap always

back to the beginning where the journey began.

“ I can't remember the last time this place was

it looks so beautiful. ”

The sounds of whispering raucously and sounding like hissing slowly began to sink into the pitch-black fog that enveloped the place along with him who disappeared behind the gate that was slowly starting to close.

Roots

thorny around the entire side of the gate by growing a bundle

a flower that shows a speck of red at the end. In the middle of the color

black-and-white that appears gray in the eyes, the red speck becomes

its own decoration for those who are confined in it.

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