The darkness... the silent hunter, hiding everything and everyone, yet they shined so brightly at the same time. Just one sound and all was clear, all was visible, and all should be revealed. If anyone listened carefully, they might find the truth within. Avoiding it, approaching it… Were these the only choices one could make? After all, every person shaped their own destiny, right? However, even the deepest blackness couldn't hide anyone from their true fate.

Fate had from time to time a strange sense of humor. The more one wanted to avoid it, the more they were dragged down the path that was set for them. It didn't matter if it was a road nobody would set their foot on, but somebody had to walk on it.

Many years ago, a certain child was sent on a cursed path, and nothing could change it. The little one could only walk toward the future a particular person saw and directed. No matter what, it was the image that had to be pursued.

However, this person was now incapable of doing anything, being enclosed in a big crystal engulfed by dim light.
The space around it was filled with black nothingness destined to be swallowed beyond the thin border of light the crystal emitted. The cold claws of the darkness had a tight grip around it, but they never fully surpassed the glow. Thin streams escaped through gasps, never getting too far.

It was an eerie, scary, and lonely place, yet the person's expression was the embodiment of serenity. There was no fear, sadness, or happiness either. It was like this person was dead from the inside, regardless of the radiance that was engulfing them. The body was wrapped in a simple dress, the hem was wavering in the substance filling the crystal.

The silence of that place was interrupted by an echo of steps coming from far away. The resounding strides vibrated the air, sending a chill down the spine of anyone who could be near to hear them. The steps were slow, but firm, shortening the distance to the crystal each heartbeat.

The border of the light was interrupted by a figure hidden by a cloak. It covered the figure's whole form, only a trio of small horns on its forehead was visible under the cloth. It seemed there was something more beneath the hood, but it was completely concealed. The figure slightly lifted its head, gazing at the elegant crystal coffin, and revealed its red scaly skin on the lower part of its face. The dusky light caressed the incomer. However, it was ice cold, providing nothing but misery and pain to anyone who set their eyes on it.

The figure spoke: "You have envisioned the future, but I won't let you have it your way." The cold, emotionless voice suggested those words were meant seriously, as the figure balled its fists and gnawed on its lip. "I'll make sure of that!" the figure barked at the end, making a sharp glance toward the other's face. At that moment, the hood for a split of a second revealed yellow eyes with slit pupils. The horned person turned away, disappearing into the darkness.

Moments of stillness had passed when a voice came from inside of the crystal, vibrating through the air: "Not even you can change that, my dear half. Not even you…" As if the light symbolized the strength of that voice, it slowly died together with it once more embracing the silence, letting the darkness cover it wholly, leaving nothing untouched.