Where Is This ?

"Hey, We're Meet Again!"

It's nice to see you keep going with this boring story from a boring man.

Well, you know I'm sorry because of me you have to keep listening to the story.

So, whether you like it or not, I hope you keep listening until the end. Because in this frozen world of horror and mystery, there are no guarantees, and I'm grasping at every shred of hope to survive.

I'm desperate and terrified. I don't know what to do, except talk to you guys. But you're not even real, are you? Just figments of my imagination, trying to keep me sane in this unfathomable situation.

Yeah, I know. It's just my brain trying to keep working to keep me from going crazy.

But are you going to say it's my fault?

When I opened my eyes, I was already frozen, encased in a crystal-like prison in a place I couldn't recognize. It's a nightmare that never seems to end, a never-ending cycle of fear, uncertainty, and despair.

Can't even move my fingers or legs.

By the way, I don't know that humans can breathe even though in a frozen situation.

But if you have a question how I can breathe inside ice?

I wish I had an answer for you, but the truth is, I'm as baffled as you are.

I've been trying to open my mouth since I first woke up, but my lips won't part.

Well, maybe being able to open my eyes in this frozen nightmare is already a stroke of luck.

Even so, all I can see is darkness, except for a single blinding light piercing through a hole at the top of the ice crystal, and the incessant drip of water every 5 seconds.

So that water droplets make this ice begins to melt, if I'm not wrong water can melt ice because water has a higher temperature than ice. So it should melt...I think.

No, it should melt this ice.

Because if it can't melt this ice then I will forever be trapped inside this ice crystal.

And maybe you think this ice will melt on its own?

Unfortunately, this ice can't melt on its own. I don't know the reason, but every time this ice melts, a new layer will reappear from the bottom. But it's a different story if it's from the top layer of this ice, maybe because it's thinner than the bottom layer, the top layer has a slow speed or even doesn't regenerate, so it should be that the water droplets can easily make cracks into this ice layer. Most likely I can open my eyes because cracks have appeared on the top layer of this ice.

Or so I thought.

But reality has proven to be crueler than my calculations.

I've been waiting for what feels like an eternity for this ice to completely melt.

I've lost track of time, whether it's been a week, a month, or even a year since I first glimpsed my surroundings.

The suffocating darkness and the relentless dripping of water are driving me to the brink of desperation.

I'm trapped in this icy purgatory, where time stands still, and every breath feels like a battle for survival.

Tormented by the relentless passage of time, and haunted by the darkness that surrounds me.

I can't trust my own senses anymore, as the line between reality and illusion blurs. I'm tormented by the sound in my head, a constant reminder of my own fragile sanity slipping away.

The shadows creep closer, the sound in my head grows louder, and I'm lost in a nightmare that never ends

The chilling whispers echo through the icy walls, and I can't discern reality from illusion.

The cold seeps into my bones, and the darkness threatens to swallow me whole.

I question my own sanity, as the line between reality and nightmare blurs beyond recognition.

If only I have a choice but the only thing I can do is to keep sharing this story with you, hoping that it will lead me to some semblance of truth and escape.

So if you ask me Am I okay?

Well, if you consider being trapped inside the ice, can't talk, can't move, talking to imaginations to still be okay

Yeah

Am okay.

So, it's all thanks to you guys that I haven't gone completely insane.

Ah! If I think about it again, maybe I'm already crazy for talking to you, who is just a figment of my imagination.

...

But when I first opened my eyes, I tried everything to keep myself sane, you know?

From remembering books,

Food

Movies

even indulging in vices like p*rn,

t*ntacle,

f*rry.

.....

But I guess you don't need to know every detail, because the more I list, the more blurred my memories become.

Even so, there was a time when I got desperate and tried to remember Pi or count from 1 to 10,000.

Well, I stopped when my count reached 100.

.....

Ah! I remember something now.

When I first opened my eyes, there was also a persistent sound playing in my head. I couldn't understand the language or what it was saying, so I ignored it and tried to distract myself with movies, films, or books.

I mean, it's a lie if I say I wasn't curious, but you can't understand what you don't know. It just makes you feel sad and frustrated.

But there's one thing that's really intriguing.

The fact that I can understand what people are saying.

At first, I just listened to the sounds from outside, probably coming from the cracks in the wall that enveloped this icy prison, and they echoed in my ears.

I couldn't even tell if it was a language, but the more I listened, the more I began to understand what they were saying.

Maybe it's because of the persistent sound playing in my head. But if I think about it logically, it's impossible for something like this to happen.

Yet, being able to open my eyes in a foreign place after being stabbed multiple times is even stranger than being able to understand a foreign language.

From what I gather from the conversations and sounds I hear,

this place is likely a battlefield, or something akin to it.

Because the screams and violent utterances never seem to cease.

That's why I change the way I think of how to get out of this place.

Let's say I manage to break free from this icy prison. If I can do that, I'm going to have the next problem which is to survive on the battlefield.

So I think rushing out of this place seems like a bad idea, at least until I find someone who can help me escape, which is likely to be a daunting task.

But...

The Ice Still does not melt even after 1 month, or 1 year, is it?

So...

Yeah.

There's nothing I can do right now.

It's futile to dwell on things that are beyond my reach.

Let's just sleep again.

And time keeps moving forward.

One day becomes one week,

One week becomes one month,

One month becomes one year.

Then, after one year,

I'm still trapped.

Suddenly, a light grows brighter and brighter, cracks appearing on the roof of the icy wall above me where I've been imprisoned.

A boy with white hair and red eyes falls from above, landing on the floor.

I'm taken aback by his unexpected.